One second, engines roared and mechanics laughed. The next, every sound disappeared when the little girl clutched the battered guitar case and whispered,
“My sister is inside.”
No one smiled.
No one thought it was a joke.
Stone, the toughest biker in the city, felt his heartbeat stumble. The old guitar case looked far too heavy for an eight-year-old to carry. Its leather was cracked, stained, and wrapped with a faded red ribbon.
He slowly walked toward her.
“Kid… what are you talking about?”
The girl shook her head, tears filling her eyes.
“Please… don’t open it unless you’re ready.”
Stone reached for the rusty latch, but suddenly froze.
He recognized the tiny silver butterfly hanging from the handle.
Years ago, he had tied that exact charm onto a guitar case for his little daughter before she disappeared without a trace.
His hands began to shake.
He looked back at the girl.
“Where… did you get this?”
She answered with four words that made his blood run cold.
“She never left you.”
Stone pulled the first latch open…
Then the second…
The lid began to rise—
…and what he saw made him stagger backward in horror.
(Part 2 in the comments…)
