Max parked his bike in the driveway and ran up the steps expecting to walk inside the house without using his key. The door was locked. He sighed, pulled his backpack off his shoulders, and unzipped the front pocket where he kept the house keys. He thought his mother might be in the basement doing laundry. He called out to her, but there was no answer. The silence was deafening. It gave him an eerie feeling.
Max tried to remember if she'd told him she was going to be out, but soon realized she hadn't. He rolled his eyes, annoyed she wasn't there to greet him when he walked into the house, but then that wasn't anything new. She was rarely home these days.