I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

overnight hum houses get, the refrigerator cycling on somewhere far away, vents ticking. Under that there was another sound.

A television.

Low.

Downstairs.

Like someone had turned the volume almost all the way down but not off.

I reached the window.

Painted shut.

My stomach dropped.

“It won’t open.”

“Check the lock.”

“There isn’t one.”

“Then it’s stuck. Is there continue reading …