Olivia
Alvin’s heavy footsteps made their steady ascent up the stairs. Each footfall felt like a proverbial nail in each of our coffins, with the final nail being the sound of the bedroom door creaking open.
My body was frozen to the floor. I didn’t even dare to breathe or blink as I saw the light from the hallway flooding in through the now-open door. I could see Alvin’s shoes from where he stood in the doorway.
He stood there for a few moments before he slowly made his way into the room. At any moment, I felt certain that he would suddenly leap to the floor and look beneath the bed. At any moment, I felt certain that he would flick the light on and see our hiding places.
But he didn’t do either of those things.
Instead, he paced around his room for what felt like an e
