Lia

Every sound, every drop of rain hitting the roof served as a reminder: something was on the horizon.

I slipped out of bed barefoot, the chill of the floor seeping into my feet. I was clad only in a long t-shirt, one of his, with thin underwear beneath. I didn't bother to gather up my hair.

I didn't bother to feign that I was just casually going to get water.

I knew where he would be.

And he knew I would come.

The faint glow from the refrigerator lit up the kitchen as I ...