And he walked up to the front door ready to pull out his multi tool to force the door open. But as he got closer he realized the door was ajar. He pushed it open and could sense the presence of someone else, and a smell lingered in the air. Taking a deep breath he realized it was his father’s aftershave. Then something caught his eye. A photograph was lying in the middle of the staircase. He recognized it instantly as he picked it up.
“Mom?”
Then Anna came in the door behind him.
“Carl… before we go any further I just have to tell you something. When I was mad yesterday I reported….”
“Shhhh,” he interrupted her.
Tip toeing up the stairs he wondered what he’d find at the top. As he reached the landing he saw the door to his father’s bedroom door wide open. He could see a man’s foot hanging off the end of the bed and it appeared to be covered in blood. Walking into the bedroom, he gasped as he saw his father lying face down on the bed.
“Dad?”
The End