Into The Light
She shoved a cane into my hands and said, “You can get upstairs by yourself, can’t you? What a nuisance.”
I nodded. Using the cane to guide myself, I stepped onto the tactile guiding tiles on the floor, feeling the raised bumps beneath my feet. For a moment, I lost myself in the sensation. Shawn had installed these bumps himself when we first arrived at the Mercer estate. He had done it just to make things easier for me, his blind little sister.
However, just as I was about to walk into my room, a set of hurried, angry footsteps approached from behind.
“Hold it right there!”