Jack's POV
I stepped into the living room. The air felt heavy, dark and tense. I didn't need anyone to speak; I could already tell something was wrong.
Standing there were Mr. and Mrs. Moore. Their faces were filled with worry.
I quickly walked over to them, scanning the room. But Catherine wasn't there. Where was she? What happened?
"Mr. Moore, what's going on?" I asked, my eyes fixed on them. Something in my gut twisted, and I couldn't shake the bad feeling building inside me.
Mr. Moore looked away. Mrs. Moore suddenly burst into tears.
I didn't know where the compassion came from, but I found myself holding her arm, hoping she'd speak.
"What happened, ma'am?" I asked while trying to console her, just maybe I could calm the pounding in my chest.
She lifted her broken gaze to mine. "She left."
"Who left?" I asked, uncertain of how to react. Catherine can't just leave… leave to where?
