26. Dead end

DAMON

After driving for about ten minutes, we got to the house. The gate was opened. His car door—the driver’s side—was also opened. The silence in the compound was deafening, I couldn't just hear my breathing loudly but Mason's too.

The place was dead silent.

We checked the car carefully, though not knowing what to look for. Or if we should be looking for anything. Perhaps, we hoped we would see something that would give us a clue where Kelvin was. Or we just stalling because we were scared to walk into the house. We were filled with fear, not of anything but for the safety of Kelvin and his family of three.

“Someone else was here.” Mason said.

“We don't know that, we don't anything." I inhaled shakily, standing by Mason, both of us just before the entrance of Kelvin's home.

We were so terrified! We had come all the way from Woodhidge only to stand in front of his house, shaking like little kids.

“No, I can't do this." Mason turned around, trying to walk back.

I grabbed his by the