Trevor
When I pulled into her driveway, there was an unfamiliar car there. I entered her house with extreme care, just as somebody brushed past me to get out. I walked into the kitchen, then immediately stopped in my tracks. She was there, slumped against the wall, in a pretty mess. I knelt down beside her, putting two fingers to her beside her neck. This only confirmed what I'd feared all along: she was dead.
I bowed my head, my hair falling into my eyes. Biting down hard on my lip, I tasted blood. I let myself cry, knowing that I'd never see her again.
