Page 71 of Fight

Perhaps her mother had passed out, but there was no way P would leave the door unsecured, so I sped up, wanting to get close while still being cautious.

I pushed the door open slowly, quickly scanned the room for any signs of life. I saw none, but there was death here.

I walked into the apartment, my eyes on the woman who lay on the ground.

She was dead, something I could see even without looking at her too closely.

Unfortunate, but now, the only thing on my mind was searching for a sign of P.

There wasn’t one, but there had been a struggle, clear from the smeared blood on the floor, the overturned furniture.

My mind both raced and was shockingly still.

Everything inside me told me that P was in trouble, and I knew if I didn’t find her soon, she would be lost to me forever.

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