The moment I arrived at the house; my heart was in my throat. I don’t remember how long it took me to get here or if I ran over anyone on the way. I really hope not, but at least the police aren’t on my back, chaining my wrists and reading my rights. Nathaniel is standing next to me, looking even more nervous and worried than I am. Steve had to go to the coffee shop with Bu, as it seems to be crowded, so she needed an extra hand. Honestly, I prefer it that way.
My parents don’t have Steve on a high level on their list of “acceptable people,” and I couldn’t deal with them throwing their s**t at him, my friend doesn’t deserve it. Before I go in, I fill my lungs with air to gather some courage and turn the knob. The silence is almost sepulchral, and I can’t see Ellie or Mary anywhere, which
