The blank screen on my phone stared back, defiant, daring me to leave it untouched. My fingers hovering over the keyboard and my mind working to come up with a starting line to my story. It has been a while since I last wrote anything and I wasn’t expecting it be this hard when I came back.

“Just one sentence,” I mumble. “That’s all.”

My eyes scan the sentence I wrote, “There were two things I knew for certain: my flirty neighbor had been missing for five days and their cat Biscuit was now sitting on my couch, judging me as if I had something to do with it.”