Healing HandsChapter 11
Carol looked at me, concern written all over her face. “Let’s head back to the refuge, and see what we can figure out.” She said. We drove back to the refuge as fast as we could. As we were pulling up to the front of the house, I noticed that the front door was wide open. This was unusual - the door was never left open. My anxiety increased. We raced inside, and found the house empty. A kitchen chair was lying sideways on the floor, and it looks as if there had been a struggle. I saw a...