I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

The map loaded.

The blue dot blinked once.

Then settled.

2847 Pinewood Terrace.

I frowned.

Melissa didn’t live on Pinewood Terrace.

She lived on Oakmont Drive.

I’d been to her birthday parties.

I remembered the white mailbox with peeling paint, the giant maple tree in the front yard, and the little stone birdbath beside the porch.

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