Betrayed by Blood
Avery's bare feet hit the cold floor, a shiver racked through her body as she looked around, her eyebrows furrowed. It couldn't be… how could she be back here? Her gaze flickered to the wall clock ticking quietly and then flashed to the calendar next to it. A sharp gasp left her lips, and she immediately ran out of the room, sprinting down the staircase.
The house was wrong. Too quiet. Too still. The calm was suffocating, wrapping around her throat like a noose.
She could hear voices—familiar, warm, comforting—voices she'd longed to hear for years but distant. As though they were close and yet still far away. She rounded the corner and stumbled into the kitchen.
"Mom! Dad!" Her voice came out strained, raw with desperation, but neither of them turned. They were right there, packing up the last few things before leaving.