Chapter 8
It’s Saturday night and I’m scrolling the Netflix sci-fi category for something to watch. Pippin and I are celebrating that we’ve finished renovating the living room with a movie or two, and snacks. The table is laden with goodies: nachos with homemade pico de gallo, guacamole, and cheese dip, chicken wings without barbecue sauce because Pippin doesn’t like it, popcorn, a bowl of orange wedges, and soda. I’ve put on my comfiest sweatpants and a hoodie and I’m waiting for Pippin, who’s in the shower.
I’ve picked out a couple of movies for Pippin to choose from when the door unlocks and opens. I furrow my eyebrows. “Aubs?” My sister is the only one who has a key who’s not already in the house, but what’s she doing here at this hour?
The approaching footsteps seem unusually heavy
