Thorn

“Why isn’t she taking her damn calls?” I asked in annoyance as I paced about in my living room.

Moses was seated on my couch. I called him after Seraphina got out of my car and left, and before I got to my apartment, Moses was already waiting for me.

“This place is a mess, Thorn. Don’t you clean up?” Moses asked, his nose scrunched up in irritation.

“How are you talking about my living room right now, Moses?” I asked him angrily.

“I am sorry, but if you want me here, you ...