I stayed at Cayden’s as everything I owned was reduced to ash. All that remains is literally the clothes on my back. The materialistic stuff doesn’t bother me. The memories that I made in the house sadden me the most.
I don’t know where to go now because although I know the truth, I can’t expect Cayden to just open his door, and honestly, I don’t want him to. I need space to digest everything, and moving in so quickly isn’t wise.
Going back to my mom’s is definitely not an option, so I’m in limbo with what my next steps are. However, my immediate steps are clear—it’s time to go down to the police station.
“We will go shopping after we give our statements,” Cayden says, interrupting my thoughts.
Lacey has been kind enough to lend me some of her clothes, but the fact that I need an entir
