I did a U-turn and went down the short hall to my bedroom. I didn’t even enter because it was too destroyed. I turned around and peeked in the bathroom where my towels, medicine and toiletries were all over the tile.
“I don’t have anything of much value,” I said, walking back to the living room. They hadn’t followed—because it would’ve been too crowded—and had been patient while I looked. I pointed to my desk. “My laptop’s still there, but it’s old and not worth anything. The same goes for my TV.” I glanced to the older model that was a hand-me-down from my parents, which nobody would find of any value. It was also probably a hundred pounds. I wasn’t around to watch it much.
“Prescription drugs?” Dan asked, scratching his head with the back of his pen.
“Like Oxy?” I asked, making sure h
