"Kaz!" His voice rang through the corridors. He called again, louder this time until his voice became hoarse, waiting and expecting Kaz to appear around the corner with that familiar grin, to laugh at the absurdity of such a rumor and ease the crushing weight in his chest.
But only silence answered him.
Seeing his son now, alive and well, would have been all it took to prove that everything written in that missive was false, and Davien desperately needed it to be so.
But Kaz never stepped out. There was no sign of him anywhere in the house.
Davien's fear spiked to dangerous heights. Panic seeped into his eyes as he turned in slow, disbelieving circles, scanning his surroundings as though his son might suddenly emerge from one of the many doors of the house, laughing at the absurdity of it all. He searched not only for Kaz, but for answers, answers that seemed determined to evade him.
