We stood there holding each others arm in a death grip. Why was Sierra standing by herself? Where was John? “Sierra?” Leslie said calming, pulling me along with her as she made her way slowly to her. She made no attempt to move or reply. Standing as still as a statute, she steadily watched down the stairs. “Sierra honey?” Leslie spoke once more. “Where’s John?” This time Sierra did move. She turned to us and said nothing. Her face was sheet white, mouth open and tears threatening to fall. I suddenly felt sick. Without even asking, I knew what the noise was that we had heard. I knew exactly where John was. The question now was if he was ok.“Sierra.” Leslie’s voice was trembling now as realization set in with her. “Where’s John?” The tears finally spilled over her eyes and onto her cheeks. Her face scrunched up in a vision of anguish and she began shaking her head side to side.“It wasn’t my fault!” She cried out then began making unintelligible noises. Grabbing the side of her he
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