“We can’t just leave,” Vanessa muttered, her voice laced with determination. Samantha looked at her with concern but nodded in agreement. Vanessa tried the front door, but it was locked. She moved around the house, testing each door and window, but they were all secured.
Frustration began to bubble up, but Vanessa wasn’t ready to give up. “Let’s check the backyard,” she suggested, her resolve hardening with each passing second. The two women crept around the side of the house, the air heavy with tension and growing uncertainty.