D O M I N I C
Cecilia had sounded so confused on the call when I had asked her about Tricia. They had a bad relationship from the onset, which would make sense that her mother doesn’t know about her involvement.
Still, I had to be sure.
Carlos and I arrived at her house and the first thing we noticed was the mess. It was like a hurricane had passed through here. The entire living room was a mess, the curtains torn, the sofa overturned, and the TV smashed.
There was broken glass all over the floor, and the smell of blood filled the air.
My eyes widened.
"What the f**k happened here?" Carlos growled, his eyes scanning the area.
"I have no idea."
We rushed through the house, calling out Cecilia's name. We searched every room, every closet, every corner. But, we couldn't find her.
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