Gavyn had dropped me off at work and I’d ridden the bus home afterward. The entire day I’d been a mixed bag of emotions: love, rage, and a smidge of hope. I reached out to unlock my front door when I made it to my floor and froze. The door hung ajar. I placed my fingers on the door and gave a push. Maybe I had forgotten to shut it when we left, but I’d never done so before. I’d always had a case of OCD when it came to making sure the door was locked. Poking my head into the now open entrance, I scanned the room. Nothing appeared to be out of place from what I could see from the hallway. I walked inside and flipped on the light. The dim bulb cast a yellowish glow on everything. Until now, the lighting hadn’t seemed ominous. My living room was still a mess, but exactly the way I’d left it. Kitchen was fine. “Hello?” I called out. Please don’t kill me. I picked up a thin blue vase I’d crafted in class and held it poised as a weapon.
