Chapter 45

• Once I arrive at the abandoned building, I rush inside. My heart racing harder with every step. I’m praying it’s not too late. I can't imagine my life without Delilah. The guilt of causing her death would ruin me. I pray I won't have to face such an existence. I kick open the first door I come across. The man in the room jumps up from the couch as the door falls off its hinges.
• "What the fuck!" He shouts, the joint he’d been smoking tumbling to the ground. The whole place reeks of weed, I could smell it even before I walked in.
• I don't care to give him a second glance, instead scanning the whole room for Delilah. I don't have to search long. The blood trail coming from the room's right side is enough to tell me where she is.