*Miranda’s POV*
I was smiling like an i***t when George halted in his steps. My ass was still facing our door giving me only a view of the white wall of the hallway. My skin crawled as I felt his tension pulse through my veins, making it my own.
“Put me down,” I demanded, putting his back with urgency. He marched right inside and I noticed our apartment door was left wide open. My heart raced as I pushed past him, running to Lillian’s room. I froze at her door. It was open too. There were obvious signs of a struggle as her blue area rug was pushed askew, they pushed her dresser chair over, and her favourite lamp lay shattered on the floor. Dread filled me, sinking to my stomach and pushing bile into my throat. I dropped to my knees letting out a scream, one I only ever heard in the horro
