The Coles’ residence was a hub of unease, the air thick with tension. It had been days since Monica’s disappearance, and the family was on high alert, awaiting her next move. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, as Ariel paced back and forth, her mind racing with worries.
“I can’t shake off the feeling that she’s planning something,” Ariel said, her voice laced with concern, as she stopped pacing and faced Chase.
Chase’s expression was reassuring, his eyes filled with determination.
“We’re doing everything we can, Ariel. We’ve got extra security, and the kids are safe.”
Ariel nodded, her eyes welling up with tears.
“I know, it’s just…I can’t help but think about what she’s capable of.”
Chase pulled her into a warm embrace.
“We’ll get through this, together. And with
