5
Faithful Diary,
After finding Terra's every earthly belonging piled by the front door, I called her name and waited silently for some response. The house was eerily quiet. It sounded as if there were no one home—no one but me.
For a moment, I could not feel my heart beating. I thought perhaps I had ceased to exist.
My heart proved me wrong by thundering in my ears.
“Terra?” I called out, storming toward the basement.
I whipped open the door and trod the stairs. Rage shot through me with every step.
When I arrived at the foot of the basement stairs, I found Terra and Elle asleep on our old futon mattress. Elle was curled up under a blanket Terra's grandmother had crocheted for her, which struck me as jarring. I was sure I'd seen that blanket in the stack of Terra's belongings
