She approached the front door, only to find it firmly locked. Her pulse quickened, but she forced her voice to remain steady. “We can’t just leave,” she said firmly. Becky nodded in agreement, though her concern was evident in the tension of her posture.
They circled the perimeter of the house, their flashlights slicing through the darkness. In the backyard, a small shed caught Kiara’s eye, its presence oddly incongruous with the otherwise desolate yard. Her heart raced as they moved toward it.