tremble.

For the first time that night, I smiled.

Part 2

I did not open the door.

Celeste continued pounding, her bracelets clinking against the wood like loose keys.

“You think you can steal from this family?” she shouted. “You spoiled little parasite!”

Across the hall, my neighbor, Mrs. Keene, opened her door. Her calm voice cut through Celeste’s fury.continue reading …