FRED'S HOME

The moment Fred heard the news about Avery, panic surged through him like a tidal wave.

His chest tightened, and he stormed out of his room, rushing towards the living room. His hand trembled as he reached for his car keys. He had to see Avery. He had to make sure she was okay.

But before he could leave, a voice called out from behind him, sharp and mocking.

“Where are you off to, Fred?”

Fred froze, a sick feeling crawling up his spine. He turned slowly, his eyes narrowing when he saw Chantel sitting casually in the chair, holding a picture frame in her hand. The frame...