I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

white comforter covered the bed.

My backpack rested beside the dresser.

My phone charger was plugged into the outlet beneath a little lamp shaped like a butterfly.

Nothing looked strange.

I texted back.

What are you talking about? I’m literally at Melissa’s.

Dylan answered almost immediately.

No, you’re not.

A chill ran through me.

My brother wasn’t dramatic.continue reading …