I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

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“I don’t know.”

“Nat…”

His voice dropped almost to a whisper.

“I need you to answer one question.”

I swallowed hard.

“Okay.”

“When was the last time you actually saw Melissa?”

I closed my eyes and tried to picture the evening.

Pizza in the kitchen.

Movies in the living room.

Laughing while we painted our nails.

Then she’d said she was going downstairs to grab continue reading …