CHAPTER 10

Mrs Smith

"Oh no, oh no, oh no." I sang as I fell to the wooden floor pulling my hair, with my face buried in between my knees.

We had searched the cabin, Michael had even offered going into the woods but I declined.

Khloe was no where to be found. I went through her belongings and her running outfit was missing. She must have gone for a run and then gotten traced home to be killed.

I couldn't even come to a specific picture of what I think happened. There were different speculations in my head. The only thing we found was a partly broken cabin with mud, and blood inside of it, especially at the center of the dining area. There was a bloody knife lying on the mat. That particular area of the cabin was mostly covered in blood. Khloe must have been murdered there.

" It's okay ma'am. We'd find her." Michael said, consoling me as he knelt down beside me to hug me.

I was too weak to say anything. Tears flowed continually from my eyes as different imaginations of how Khloe was killed flood