I managed to get both of Raven's big suitcases, her carry-on, and my small suitcase in one trip, and managed to arrange it so I just had to put one of hers down in the hallway to open the door into the condo.
I noticed before I even had the door closed behind me that Raven's Mary Janes and white socks were piled in the middle of a sofa cushion. That was very un-Raven. She was so much more than compulsive about everything and anything being where it belongs.
I didn't hold that against her. She needed that, not just with her things, but everything.
I put everything I was carrying down right where I was and hurried toward her bedroom. I could only imagine she was hurt, or sick, or worse.
I skidded to a stop at the end of the breakfast bar between the living area and kitchen. Raven's littl
