Elvira
The city was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. The sun set lazily above the sky, its golden hue failing to reach the growing cold that coiled in my chest. I stood across the street from the apartment complex, staring up at the third floor, at apartment number 307, the same one Rona told me when I asked him. He had asked me why I was going to see him and of course I lied that I had a package I was going to deliver personally to him.
My fingers trembled around my phone. I had every intention of turning back. Of pretending I didn’t know. Of not pushing this further than it already hurt. But then the apartment door cracked open.
A woman stepped out. Human.
Brunette, tall, dressed in an oversized hoodie. My breath hitched. She giggled into her phone as she locked the door, a
