And for the first time in a long while, I obeyed without arguing. I sensed it was best not to interfere. I knew they could navigate better among the people likely in charge of the investigations.
Two hours. Two eternal hours of silence and dark thoughts. Every noise on the street made me peek out the window, and every shadow seemed like an omen. My stomach churned, my hands were cold, and my heart was beating so fast it hurt.
Finally, I hear the front door open. I immediately turn toward the sound, and there they are. Dad and Alaric cross the threshold, both with tense faces and severe expressions. Their eyes reflect concern, but also that coldness they use when things are bad, trying to stay calm to avoid alarming me.
"What happened?" I asked, unable to hide my anxiety, taking a couple
