I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

“What about her dad?” Dylan asked quietly.

“He opened the front door.”

“Did Melissa introduce him?”

“I…”

I stopped.

No.

She hadn’t.

The man had simply smiled, ruffled Melissa’s hair, and said, “Glad you girls made it.”

I’d filled in the rest myself.

A floorboard creaked somewhere downstairs.

I froze.

Dylan heard my breathing change immediately.

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