PIERCE

Nothing in my home looked the way it should. Katy never lived here, but I caught her sneaking into the laundry room window at least twice a week. I offered her a key once, for her safety, but she’d never used it, even though it went missing from the counter where I left it with a note telling her to take it. Now realizing I would never get the chance to catch her in my space again, I wanted to keep her and everyone else out forever. The doors were currently locked along ...