Joshua pushed the sliding door then squinted. The foreclosed house was dark. He didn’t know how long the last owners lived there before the bank forced them to abandon it. Luckily for Joshua, it was a place to crash with a solid roof over his head. “Sullivan, are you here?”
Joshua walked to the kitchen and saw it empty. Paper plates, pizza boxes, beer cans piled up the garbage. Flies buzzed around. He walked to the bedroom and found his clothes strewn around, his shoes scattered, his pants pockets emptied. The house smelled musty, the windows locked. Luckily, the sleeping bag he had as a kid was still rolled up near a corner.
No sign of Sullivan.
He hung his head low, not sure how what to do next. Sullivan flitted in and out, depending on Sully’s relationship with his stepfather. It see
