Downfall of Arms and All Things Beautiful

Chapter 3

I took Troy’s little hand and led him through the old house.
“Where could she be?” I wondered aloud.
Troy tugged on my hand. “Maybe she went into the bathroom, we haven’t been there yet.”
I nodded slowly, “But the shower isn’t running…” I shrugged and lifted Troy up onto my hip. “We’ll soon find out, Troy.”
Slowly, we made our way through the house and stopped in front of the bathroom door, which was closed. Butterflies of anxiety fluttered around my stomach, making me feel nauseas. Something didn’t feel right. What ever was behind the bathroom door couldn’t be good. I could feel it.