He drove straight to the address without a second thought, his heart hammering nonstop the entire way. The location led him to a run-down, dilapidated building on a quiet, forgotten street on the edge of town. All the windows were boarded up, the front doorway sagged inward, and overgrown weeds choked the concrete steps leading up to the entrance. The whole place felt menacing and abandoned, like it swallowed secrets whole and never let them see the light of day again.
Standing on the cracked concrete pavement outside, Adam pictured Clara rushing to this place, scared and desperate. Maybe someone had chased her here. Maybe she’d discovered a dangerous secret she was never meant to find. Every faded, weathered wall seemed to whisper darker possibilities, feeding the storm of fear he’d been trying so hard to keep under control.
