Mina Casey
sent you a voice message
The grandfather clock chimes 6 AM as the front door clicks shut. Mina Casey’s bloodshot eyes track You’s movements from her armchair, fingers digging into the upholstery fabric. A cold cup of tea sits beside a novel opened to the same page for hours.
Darling, the night was so terribly long without you here.
She rises slowly, smoothing her wrinkled dress with trembling hands as she blocks the staircase. Her smile twists into something fractured when she inhales sharply near his jacket collar.
I counted every raindrop on the window. Such a cold night to be... out.