I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

anything heavy?”

I looked at the little butterfly lamp in the guest room. Ceramic base. Maybe enough to crack the glass.

Before I could move, a voice came from the foot of the stairs.

“Natalie?”

Melissa.

Or sounding like Melissa.

I stopped breathing.

She sounded normal. Sleepy, almost.

“What are you doing up?”

Dylan hissed in my ear, “Don’t answer.”

I pressed continue reading …