Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

No television. No hair dryer. No shower running.
No footsteps or dishes clattering or doors opening and
closing.
“Hey, GGoogle,” I called back into my room. “What time is
it?”
“The time is seven-oh-three a.m.”
We were early risers. My mom and Arion worked out in
the morning, while I got plenty of exercise dancing.
But we’d been to a party last night. Maybe they were
sleeping in?
Or maybe not. Something felt off.
Why hadn’t they intervened in my fight with Damon last
night? They had to have heard it.
“Mom?” I called out over the railing. She was normally
already up and moving around the house when I woke up.
“Mom, are you up?”
Nothing.
GGrazing the railing, I trailed down the hall and into my
mother’s room first, cracking open the door. “Mom?” I said
lightly, afraid to startle her out of her sleep.
There was no response.
I inched into the room and found my way to her bed,
running my hands across the smooth, cold comforter. The bed
was still made. Or had she already made it up after rising?
Walking over to where her vanity sat, I found the lamp and
touched the bulb, tapping it and then holding it when I realized
it was cold.
The only time this lamp was off was at night or when she
wasn’t home.
My pulse quickened.
I left her room and made my way down to Arion’s in the
master suite, calling her name as I entered, too. “Arion?” I
said. “Are you here?”