scrolling through her phone while laughing at the screen.
The kitchen sink was overflowing. Empty soda cans covered the coffee table. Daniel stood by the counter with his arms folded, as though he had been waiting for a servant.
“You’re late,” he said.
“It’s 6:20,” I replied carefully. “Traffic was bad.”
Vanessa didn’t look away from the TV. “I’m starving.continue reading …
