Celeste
Sneaking out was becoming a treacherous endeavor, but the meeting with Matt was paramount.
Jack had always had this uncanny knack for knowing when I had tried to bend the rules or escape from the house’s suffocating grip. This time, I needed a full-proof plan, and my meeting with Matt was encroaching. I had to figure something out, and quickly.
After ransacking my thoughts for a plausible diversion, a risky idea crept into my mind.
I had noticed Jack taking sleeping pills every now and then, and I was sure there were some in the medicine cabinet. As much as the idea alarmed me, I rationalized it with the thought that it was just this once and for a short while.
Carefully, I tiptoed to the cabinet, praying the creaking wooden floor wouldn’t betray me. My hands
