When I returned to my room, it felt different. It felt very much like someone had been inside my room. I realized it the second I stepped through the door.
At first, nothing looked wrong. The bed was perfectly made, the curtains stayed half open and the lamp glowed softly beside the couch. Everything looked exactly the way I had left it but something felt wrong.
And lately my instincts have stopped being wrong about things.
I closed the door behind me slowly but the silence that settled around the room felt different from usual. Heavier and quiet in a way that meant something had just disturbed it.
Then I noticed something else.
The drawer beside my bed sat slightly open. I shouldn't even have noticed it but I did because I always shut that drawer completely.
My pulse dropped.
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