June
{Soundtrack: Mozart/Requiem – “Lacrimosa”
My fingers brush the steel bar of the office door.
I pause, breathing in. The weight of what I’m about to do sits heavy in my chest. I push the handle down, slowly.
The door gives way with a soft, dragging sigh, and a shaft of pale light slices across the floor.
I step in.
My lashes flicker once, slowly dropping a blink, then it flick twice.
I feel the air inside, thick with her perfume, his cologne, and something else.
Then I see them.
Mr. Grande stretched along the couch, one arm behind his head, His shoes are still on, but his posture is careless, and carefree.
And across from him — “Lottie”
Her heels dangle off the edge of the couch,
One leg crossed over the other, and her body reclined, easy, and intimate.
They’re mirroring
