The Search for Isla

Alessandro Petrov (P.O.V.)

I finally got to Isla’s house and immediately rushed to the front door. I opened it and ran inside, expecting to see chaos but the house was silent and still. I did not hear any type of movement or shuffling around.

“Hello? Isla?” I looked around the living room for any signs of forced entry or struggle.

What if she is already dead? I ran upstairs to her bedroom to see if there were anything in there that I could use as a clue to figure out what was going on. When I got to the room there was not anything that was different from the last time I was there. It did not look like anyone had been here ever since.

I could try to call her phone, but I did not have her mobile number. I was not sure if the office phone at the receptionist at work had caller identification so I felt unsure as to whether I should call Stephanie to check for the number. Besides, I was certain that if I called and asked her