ZACH’S POV

The doorknob turned easily, revealing a room bathed in the warm glow of the morning sun. But my daughter, Joan, was nowhere to be seen. A sense of unease settled in my stomach. This wasn't like her usual playful shenanigans.

"Joan?" I called out again, my voice louder this time. "Are you in here?"

Silence. My heart hammered against my ribs. The perfectly made bed, the neatly organized desk – everything looked untouched. Had she snuck out? The thought sent a jolt of fear through me.

Just as I was about to retrace my steps and call for help, a muffled giggle reached my ears. It seemed to...