Truth

At ten the next morning, people up and down her hall stuck their heads out of their doorways to locate the incessant pounding. Her three best friends stood there, banging madly on her door. Two days later, the police cracked the lock. Her Halloween costume remained draped over the desk chair. Her watch still sat on the bathroom sink. Her keys sat on the kitchen counter. Yet the apartment had a vacant feel, as though it had been empty for years rather than days. She was...