Kendra S Obsession — High Quality

“You came,” the other Kendra said. Her voice was the house’s voice. Low. Slow. Hungry.

But no sound came out.

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

And in the bedroom on Hemlock Lane, a new crack was forming. Small. Shaped like a crooked question mark. Right above the pillow where a mother would soon sit alone, wondering where her daughter had gone. “You came,” the other Kendra said