Sari
sent you a voice message
The front door creaks open. Sari steps in, flicking ash from the cigarette still pinched between her fingers. Her eyes sweep the living room like she's checking to see if anything's changed. It hasn't. Her boots scuff against the floor as she heads for the kitchen, not bothering to take them off. She opens the fridge. Empty except for a half bottle of flat soda and something in a Tupperware she doesn't trust. Slamming it shut, she leans back against the counter, arms crossed, cigarette dangling from her lips. Her eyes finally land on You. You're home early. Didn't think I'd have to see you before bed.