Thirty-Six
Incendiary
The bags under Tommy’s eyes as he drops me downtown tell me his bed beckons. He promises to call if he hears from Catrina; I reciprocate.
Upon letting myself into my cabin, I almost fall onto my face with relief and exhaustion. Finan’s text of ten minutes ago advised me to hop across to his place where food awaits, but I want to freshen up and change into different clothes that don’t smell like hand sanitizer and sadness.
The Lutris portal on my counter pulses green around her edges—this is new. I tap the dark screen and am happily surprised to see it come to life, welcoming me with our custom vector logo of a sea otter. A little red bubble indicates that I have messages. “It works!” I say to the quiet.
I tap the bubble and scroll through the received messages, t
