After hearing Andrea call the murders necessary, I tried confronting her.
She brushed it off. Said I misheard. Said she was talking about something else entirely. Her voice was calm and dismissive like I was being paranoid.
I wanted to believe her. Wanted to think I'd misunderstood.
But things got worse over the next week.
Andrea became cold. Not angry cold, just emotionally distant. Like she'd put up a wall between us.
She stopped asking how I was doing. Stopped making dinner. Stopped the small conversations we usually had when passing in the apartment.
When I tried to talk to her, she'd give one-word answers and walk away.
"You okay?" I asked one morning when she was making coffee.
"Fine."
"You've been really quiet lately."
"Just tired."
She took her coffee and went to her roo
