Chapter Ten
The door emits a loud creaking noise that makes goose bumps pop up along my skin. Talk about feeling as if we are about to step into a haunted house. Bennett holds his arm out to stop me from going in first as if the place is booby-trapped.
I follow him closely inside and look around.
“This isn’t what I was expecting,” I whisper.
“What were you expecting?” Bennett whispers back.
I don’t answer. I was expecting a shrine to Angel. Maybe her photos everywhere. Mementos of her to litter the room. Instead, the living room is filled to the brim with boxes. There is no furniture to be seen. Bennett goes over to the closest box and opens it gingerly.
“Paperwork.”
“You think paperwork is in all of these boxes?” I ask, nudging open another one only to see more paper.
“Maybe. I do
