Celeste
“Bye!” Fiona said, waving as she walked up the steps to her house. “See you tomorrow; and don’t forget to pack your gym clothes!”
“I won’t,” I replied with a smile. I watched my friend disappear inside her house, and then headed down the street toward my own house. It wasn’t a long walk—just a few blocks.
The rush of the day's accomplishments was still coursing through me when I pushed open the door to our shared home.
But that high vanished the moment my gaze landed on the scene before me.
“Jack!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the hallways. But I was met with only silence.
Laid out in front of me was a trail of cornflower blue fabric. Each piece had been shredded and painstaking laid out in an obvious path leading up the stairs.
Tears flowed fr
