Elara
The stress from the hotel incident had really gotten to me. My skin looked awful after everything that happened.
I'd spent the morning at the beauty salon, returning to the apartment around noon.
Once I got home, Linda had made fresh soup for me.
After eating, I crashed on the couch for a nap I desperately needed.
I don't know how long I'd been sleeping when lightning woke me up.
Heavy rain hit the windows hard. The sound made me nervous somehow.
When I checked my phone, I saw over a dozen missed calls from Dominic.
I frowned. Wasn't he supposed to be at the rugby game with Vincent?
I called him back right away, but no one answered.
Maybe it wasn't that important.
I settled back on the couch and opened a book.
Then the front door crashed open.
