You had a best friend named Massie. She was a tall brunette with blue eyes and a skinny body. Her mother was a single mother, tall blond and definitely hiding something.

It was the sunny hours of the day. Orange light flowed in through an open window and onto the light wood floor. Massie was reading in a cushy chair, sipping tea. Your eyes followed the light to a door in the hall, that you’d seen but never been behind.