{MICHAEL}
I glance over my shoulder as I place my palm on the biometric lock beside my front door, expecting to see Gianna right behind me. But she's not there. Instead, she's sprinting back down the driveway towards my car. What the hell? Frowning, I abandon the door and follow her.
She grabs the trunk and yanks on it like her life depends on it, but of course it doesn't budge. It's locked. Doesn't stop her from trying though, her chest heaving with the effort. Or is it panic?
"Hey, what's going on? What are you looking for?" I ask curiously.
She whirls to face me, and I'm floored by the raw desperation in her eyes. "Open it! Open it! Open it!" she screams at me, tears carving tracks through the grime on her flushed cheeks.
