And whether I was ready or not—

I was already in it.

The Night We Stopped Being Victims

I didn’t sleep that night.

Not really.

I sat on the edge of my bed with the USB drive in my hand, staring at it like it might burn me if I held it too long.

Everything felt different now.

The walls.

The silence.

Even the air.

It wasn’t a home anymore.

It was something else.continue reading …