Chapter 12: Funeral

*Luke's POV*

I wanted to hold Millie's hand. I wanted her to know she wasn't alone, but I was stuck on the other side of a damn wall. My hand rested on the windowsill, though she had backed away from the window. We've never had good timing. We've had ridiculous accidents and moments I don't even understand happen. It still surprises me that she's been living across the street this whole time. And I was too self-absorbed to notice. Millie Ripley drove into my life with a beat-up car and some story about a raccoon.

I've been making up for lost time since.

And that's how I found myself in her backyard with a dead cat.

Someone murdered a cat, dipped Art's basketball jersey in its blood and then hung it on her doorknob. It's sick sh*t.

But this wasn't going to go down without someone getting their *ss handed to them.