#CHAPTER 68: Search

Sarah POV I just froze. After all that I had seen that night, nothing compared to the knowledge that Grace and Chloe were not in their room. I just stood there, and there was nothing in the rooms and nothing in my mind. Nothing. “They weren’t scared when they left here,” Zane said, and his voice brought the world back into focus, sharp and clear and hard. “They weren’t abducted.” I nodded, telling myself to take that in, to believe it and to move forward. “Can you follow their scent?” I asked. Zane frowned and breathed in deeply several times. “This place is a nightmare of smells.” “Is that from a poem?” Delia asked as she trotted into the room. “It sounds like it’s from a poem. I love poems! Is it a poem?” She looked at us and exploded into laughter. “You’re both so famous, do you know that? And here I am, just talking to you like it’s nothing, and you’re both here and your daughters are here and everything is just so incredibly insane, like, can you believe it? They to