My stepfather invited my mother and me into a private pool… But when I arrived, he was the only one who was there — my mother was missing… and he had already locked the kara key door

Only those few words.

The next afternoon, I drove to the address my stepfather had sent me.

The pool was located outside the city, hidden behind tall trees and a raised metal fence.

There were no children.

There were no families.

There was no music.

Just a black SUV parked near the entrance.

Yours.

My stomach shrugged.

I was about to turn around.

Then my phone vibrated.

A message had come from my stepfather.

“We are waiting for you.”

I stared at the silent building.

Something inside me screamed that I didn’t come in.

But I needed to know where my mother was.

I pushed the heavy door and walked in.

The pool area was completely empty.

Then I saw it.

My stepfather was standing by the water, alone.

He slowly turned to me.

“At last,” he said.

I looked around.

No sign of Mom.

No bag.

No towel.

Nothing.