go down to the staffing agency.
“Caleb! Let’s go! Daylights burning!” I shouted, banging on the basement door.
No answer.
I opened the door.
The room was pristine. The messy pile of laundry was gone. The blinds were open, letting in the gray morning light. The bed was made—sheets pulled tight, corners tucked in.
On his pillow sat his smartphone and a folded continue reading …
