I was folding the laundry. “What is it, Andy?” I asked, setting the towel down as I looked at him more closely.
I stopped noticing that I had built my entire life around them.
Andrew stepped inside slowly, running a hand through his hair before stopping.
“I found something in Lily’s room while vacuuming under her bed,” he said. “Please don’t scream… and don’t call anyone yet. Don’t call the authorities.”
Nothing made sense.
“What do you mean, don’t call the authorities?” I whispered. “What’s wrong, Andy?”
He didn’t answer. He just turned toward the hallway. I followed him, my heartbeat picking up with every step.
Lily’s door was open. Nothing was out of place in her room. Except for the box sitting in the center of her bed. And something about it made everything else in the room feel wrong.
“Please don’t scream… and don’t call anyone yet. Don’t call the authorities.”
“Just open it,” Andrew demanded.
