Seventeen
"William?" I shouted as the door slammed behind me. It was odd he wasn't waiting in the hall, he normally did. It was like he had some weird sixth sense about when I was coming home. It would be creepy if I didn't find it endearing.
No one answered. That was strange. I ventured into the house, aware of the ominous air surrounding me. It was like I knew something wasn't quite right. Hopefully it was just William not answering me.
Oh well, I'd lived basically alone for nearly twenty years, it didn't matter if my fiancé had disappeared for a bit. I didn't need him to be comfortable in my own home.
I hung my jacket on the coat stand, and kicked off my shoes. Jester hissed in response. Oops. I'd forgotten the cat was about and hadn't meant to scare him.
Crouching down, I held out
