“Ichika!” I shouted, banging on her front door. “Please, let me in!”
All the lights were off in her house, but her car was parked out front, so she had to be home. I couldn’t head back to my house with Dad. Not covered in blood like this. I was an emotional wreck right now.
“Ichika, please!” I sobbed. “Open up!”
A light turned on in the back room, and I sniffled, shoulders heaving.
God, what is going on? I still couldn’t believe … I couldn’t even force myself to believe that I had just witnessed Callan kill someone.
God, what is going on? When the front door opened, Ichika pulled a plush pink robe together and yawned. “Sakura, what are you doing here so late? I have a—oh my God!” She stared at me through wide eyes, pulled me into the house, and slammed the door shut. “What happened to
