Ava
The front door clicked shut behind me with a finality that felt like a slap. My keys hit the bowl on the entry table harder than necessary, the metallic clatter echoing through the quiet house. I’d spent the last hour sitting in my car outside the apartment complex where Mark…. ex-Mark now….. lived with his new “roommate,” the one he’d been “just friends” with for six months. The one he’d finally admitted he was in love with. The one who wasn’t me.
I was still wearing the dress I’d picked out this morning hoping tonight would be different. Black, fitted, low-cut enough to feel dangerous. Now it just felt like a costume for a role I’d been fired from.
The living room light was on.
I froze in the hallway.
I live alone. Mom hasn’t had a key since I changed the locks after Dad died tw
