Seventeen
Emma
Brody opened the door for me and held my hand as we went up the stairs.
I’d heard everything he’d said in the car. I really appreciated him saying it and believed he was telling the truth, but as we walked up the stairs I couldn’t help but be hyper aware of the stains on the walls and the musty smell that permeated the air.
I moved quickly, practically dragging him along behind me, and tried not to dwell on the things I couldn’t change.
At least, not in the next five minutes.
I took the key out of my bag and unlocked the door, pausing to listen for signs of life inside. I didn’t hear anything and hoped Benny was asleep. Not because I thought he’d have a problem with Brody being there, but because I wanted to spend more time with him and continue to get to know each oth
