CHAPTER 68

As we're driving back to the warehouse, I remain silent, thinking about my parents and their whereabouts. I can't help but picture them hurt, the image of the blood in their bedroom stained inside my mind. I don't think I'll ever be rid of that image and the feeling of fear that followed it right after.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Woody says softly, turning to look at me. I shuffle in the passenger seat, rotating my body slowly to look at him.
"I'm thinking about my parents. . ....