Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I checked her bed and her lamps, her room in the same
untouched state as my mother’s. I walked over to the closet
she shared with Damon, not going in, though.
“Ari?” I called. She could be in his room.
His room.
My teeth ached, and I unclenched my jaw, leaving the
room and heading back to mine.
GGrabbing my phone off the bedside table, I searched my
apps, finding Uber, and ordered a car using VoiceOver to help
me navigate. I forwent typing “assist” in the promotional code
to let the driver know I had a disability. I was in a hurry, and
no one in this town didn’t not know me, so we’d muddle
through.
I slipped on some jeans, a T-shirt and jacket, and pulled on
a baseball cap. After I got my shoes and socks on, I stuffed
some cash from my stash into my wallet and stuck it into my
pocket with my phone.
Heading downstairs, I called for my dog. “Mikhail!”
I pulled out my phone, checking the driver’s location.
“Four minutes,” VoiceOver read.
“Mikhail!” I shouted again, pulling his leash out of the
drawer in the foyer table.
Something creaked above me again, and I shook my head,
going breathless.
Something was wrong. That wouldn’t be my family. I
called their names. They didn’t answer. Where were they?
Damon, what have you done?
I heard a noise, like the refrigerator closing, and maybe…
“Mom!” I yelled.
What was that? Where was my dog?
Racing into the kitchen, I halted, facing the direction of the
refrigerator. “Hello? Who’s there?”
No answer.