***
I fled to my room as soon as I walked away, my heart hammering in my chest as I tried to catch my breath and regain my composure. I couldn't make sense of what I'd seen, and I wanted to believe that it had all been a figment of my imagination. There was no way my stepbrother was keeping a weapon in the house and nobody had found out.
Surely I couldn't be the only one who'd gone into his room while he wasn't around. Didn't Amelia ever wonder what her son was hiding in his room? Did she ever bother to check in when he wasn't there? And if she found the gun, surely she would tell him to get rid of it, right?
Right?
I sat there for a very long time, trying to make sense of everything. This was turning out to be a crazy day, and I was left with more questions than answers. Every time I
