Chapter 73. Most Likely Possibility

Issahil's POV

A sickening sense of dread settled in my stomach and at the same time my nose picked up the unmistakable rustic metallic smell of blood.

“What do you mean my son is missing?” I asked my father who just gazed at me with eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

Not waiting for his response, I made my way into the house but halted after barely taking a few steps. 

Sprawled on the floor,  at the end of the doorway and just before the bend leading to the living room was the lifeless and bloodied body of Claire Jobs, my son's nanny. 

I could not hear any heartbeat coming from her. She was dead.

Tears pooled my eyes, the sickening feeling in my stomach intensifying. 

My feets started moving again, my heart pounding violently against my ribcage, my tear-filled eyes scanning the living room.

Chairs overturned. Scratches and blood in the walls and on the floors. Glass shards from a couple flower va