By Natalie DeTample
Any day with Jenny is a perfect day. We love spending time together. But something wasn’t right today. She was supposed to be eating dinner by now. Why were there no lights on? She could be in danger. She must need my help. All the windows are locked, I can’t get inside. I bang on the door and shout her name. No response. Something moves inside. She’s crouched behind the couch. I yell to be let in. She says she’s calling 911. I should’ve stayed hidden better. She didn’t need to see me to be mine.