Two Days…

Henry pov.

It has been two days now, and Sierra still hasn't come back. I feel deeply worried, consumed by the guilt of not stopping her that night.

I have searched for her tirelessly, scouring every possible place, but she remains elusive.

I find myself sitting in the same chair she loved, gazing around her once vibrant house, now eerily quiet without Sierra's presence. The serenity that once enveloped these walls has now transformed into a desolate emptiness.

Could she have harmed herself? The thought sends shivers down my spine, and fear grips me, especially considering the burden of her pregnancy.

My mind is overwhelmed with incessant thoughts,...