MATTHEW
“Can I ask you something?” I break the silence.
She went silent and slid against the door before sitting on the floor when I crouched in my corner, the whiskey back in my hand.
“How did you know it was me? You didn’t recognise my voice when you walked in so what made you realize it was me?”
“I didn’t recognise your voice because you sound like you swallowed sandpaper!” She mumbles making my eyes roll.
“Yeah, hard alcohol makes it raspy sometimes” I ignore her expressionless face. “So, can you answer me because the room was pitch black.”
We stare at each other for a while, with me making it clear that I will get an answer no matter what and with her looking like a robot.
“Your ring.”
I look at the black metal rod around my middle finger, it has silver crown markings arou
