To whom may we turn for assistance?
After a while, Anna grabbed the phone away from me.
“C’MON, Amanda. Nothing good is coming from this.”
The terror was building up inside of me. The first thing that sprang to me was calling the police. Still, that alone made me anxious. The phone with the images of these heinous killings just so happened to appear at my door. The way I said it made me seem suspicious.