The Final Fall

Kate’s POV 

I didn’t even remember how I got here. One minute, I was walking barefoot, my clothes damp from the night air, my stomach aching with hunger. Next, I was standing in front of Kelly’s house.

Her perfect house.  

The white porch lights shone against the darkness, glowing like some kind of sanctuary. How did I even get here? Because my feet had led me here anyway. Because I had nowhere else to go. I swallowed hard and forced myself forward.  

The moment I knocked, I regretted it. What if she slammed the door in my face? What if she had already called the police? But...