C33 Rampage

“Come on, Ethan. Where are you?”

I whispered the words to the empty air, looking around.

When I had finally reached the house, I found the place in complete mess.

It looked as if a hurricane had torn through the rooms; furniture was overturned, glass was shattered, and the curtains were ripped from their rods.

He had gone ballistic. He must have woken up, found me gone