By the time we get back to the house, the sun is already slipping down.
I thank Aaron and head inside without waiting for him to say anything back. My body feels very heavy and drained.
All I want is my room and to be in my bed.
I take the stairs slowly, one hand on the rail. Halfway up, I already start thinking about kicking my shoes off and lying down fully dressed. I don't even care I just need to rest.
When I reach my door, something feels off immediately.
It's open.
I stop and frown then push it wider.
The room is empty.
Not tidied nor rearranged or anything like that, it's emptied out.
My bed is stripped of its covers, the drawers are pulled out and bare. The chair by the window is gone. The little things I leave scattered without thinking, my books, my charger, the sweater I always throw over the lamp, all gone.
For a second, my brain refuses to catch up. I just stand there, staring, like maybe if I wait long enough it'll make sense on its own.
