Chapter 107

• Blair
• The living room upstairs is the same as always—bar, a leather coat thrown over the back of one of the sofas, and some empty beer cans. I grab one from the fridge, pop the top, and drain some as I saunter to my room, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand as I go. I don’t bother turning on the lights, I’ve learned the path to my room by heart over the last few months.
• But a noise stops me, and then I see the door to the right is open—the artsy one’s room. It’s slightly ajar and there is a light on inside. I shuffle in place, watching as a shadow passes in front of it. Curiosity gets the better of me and I move closer. The condensation of the cold beer in my hand drips across my fist as I peek through the opening, trying to catch a glimpse.