I had stayed the night at Brenda’s and the following morning, she dropped me off at home. I probably should’ve gone straight home, but I was in no mood to be alone.
Currently, I’m standing in front of the door, keys in hand. I take a deep breath before pushing the key into the lock. The door swings up and I hesitate to take a step inside.
It seemed that everything was how I left it. I checked the kitchen first, finding it empty. I checked the spare bedroom and even the bathroom before checking our room, also finding it empty.
Something in the corner of the room catches my eye. I inspect it and realize that it’s Vince’s notebook and some loose papers from school. I then realize the closet door is ajar. I pull open the door and notice a couple of his jackets are missing. I check the dress
