I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

it. Everything looked dumb and ordinary.

I crouched and grabbed my sneakers.

Then I noticed my backpack zipper was open.

I knew I had zipped it.

I’m one of those annoying people who zips everything. Backpack. Jacket. Pencil pouch. All of it.

“Dylan.”

“What?”

“My bag’s open.”

He didn’t answer for a second.

Then, “Leave it.”

I should’ve.

Instead I looked inside.continue reading …