Kendra S | Obsession

Kendra stepped through.

That’s the thing about obsession. It doesn’t want to be found. It wants to do the finding. kendra s obsession

Not with a crash or a bang, but with a soft, wet sound—like lips parting. The crack widened into a seam, and the seam into an opening. Beyond it was not the attic insulation or the roof shingles or the cold outside air. Beyond it was a room. Her room. But wrong. Kendra stepped through

But how could she pay attention to long division when there was a secret hiding inside her own bedroom? When the crack now looked less like a question mark and more like the outline of a door? but with a soft

Kendra opened her mouth.