I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

pool. I’d been dropped off at the curb twice, sure, but I had never once gone upstairs. Never once seen inside more than the entryway.

I didn’t know this house at all.

The man was still smiling.

But now his jaw had set around it.

Dylan said, “Natalie. Talk to me.”

Melissa took another step and said, very clearly, “Come downstairs with me.”

Then she looked continue reading …