“Oh, it’s okay,” she yelled back.”It’s just Raven.” “Alright. Let him in and shut the door and lock it. I wonder why he’s here.” Amba opens the door as I come down the stairs. I watch Amba throw her arms around his neck like always. But then she stands still. And she slides down his chests. She lands on the floor. There’s a knife in Raven’s hand, covered in blood. Terror strikes me as I realize what just happened in front of my eyes. Too shocked to say anything. Too shocked to scream. Too shocked to cry. Raven just murdered Amba. I run down the rest of the stairs, skipping three steps. Anger replaces terror for just one second. I raise my hand to slap, punch, or hurt Raven, but he stops my hand in the air, and with the other hand he holds