When Aunty Is Gone I
THE sound of the car engine faded and the crunch of tires on gravel disappeared entirely. A thick and heavy silence settled over the kitchen. Kate watched the empty driveway, a strange mix of relief and dread tightening her chest. Her aunt’s car was gone.
“She’s really gone, then.” Serbia’s voice, a low rumble from behind her, made her jump. He stood leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a lazy smile playing on his lips. His eyes, dark and knowing, swept over her, lingering on the curve of her breasts beneath her thin t-shirt. The air crackled.
Kate turned, her hands finding the cool edge of the kitchen island. “She always goes to work.” Her voice sounded thin. She knew what he meant, what they both meant... The house was empty now.
“Always,” he echoed, pus
