said. “You have to come.”
He went back upstairs without eating. I sat alone at the kitchen table and wondered what I’d just agreed to.
The next few weeks were strange.
Caleb was quieter than ever around me, but something in the house had changed. At night, after I’d gone to bed, I started hearing something through the wall between our
Guitar.
Very soft. So soft I thought I was imagining it the first time. A few notes, then stopping. Then the same few notes again. Then stopping.
I lay
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