BLAKE’S POV
The layout of our houses was not the same. While ours was a three-story modern Victorian architectural marvel, theirs was a modest, suburban two-story structure that sat quietly on a patch of fine land.
I approached the other house with a calm confidence, eyeing the opened window a few feet above the ground. With a swift, practiced motion, I jumped, grabbed the window sill and hoisted myself up, slipping through the smooth frame with ease. My feet touched the floors inside silently and I straightened up to scan the room.
He was sleeping on his bed, oblivious to my presence. His soft snores echoed in the room and fell like a heavenly delight on my ears. Slowly and quietly, I approached his bed. He looked so peaceful and calm sleeping like that, I almost felt bad for what I wa
