Haven had just settled down on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, his fingers apathetically flicking through the tv channels. He had arranged to spend his end of the week unwinding, free from any dramatization. His life had been serene ever since he and Vanessa broke up months back.
In spite of the fact that their relationship had been a tornado of enthusiasm, it was moreover full with superfluous contentions, control, and manipulations. He was happy it was over. He was happier now, centering on himself, and now not weighed down by her passionate rollercoaster.
The doorbell rang, pulling Haven out of his thoughts. He looked at his wristwatch, scowling. He wasn't expecting anybody. He hurled the inaccessible onto the sofa and headed toward the front door.
Opening it,
