The laundromat was empty, the only sound was the rhythmic hum and tumble of the dryers. Elara scrolled through her phone, bored, her clothes tumbling in a cloud of warm air. Tuesday's were the only day she did had chance to come and do her laundry. Peter the help aid was there, like he always was on a Tuesday night or any other night, sitting in the corner with a book only speaking if his attention was needed. He never looked at her, not really but tonight, he did.

The buzzer on ...