The scream pierced the air like glass shattering. It wasn’t loud enough for the neighbors to hear yet, but to her, it was deafening.
Maya dropped the mop from her gloved hands. It hit the marble floor of the mansion’s kitchen with a wet smack, water sloshing everywhere. She turned her head sharply toward the hallway and saw the first curls of black smoke drifting low along the ceiling like fog creeping under a door.
“Ethan!” she called out, her heart instantly pounding. “Baby, where are you?”
There was no answer. She didn’t wait. Maya tore off the apron strings, flung her cleaning cloth aside, and sprinted barefoot down the long hallway. The mansion was massive, lined with polished portraits and untouched furniture, but none of that mattered now. The smoke was….Read Full Story Here……………………
