SEVENTEEN
“I brought provisions!” Sophie whisper-announces when she gets inside, her key still stuck in the lock, balancing the box of donuts and two coffees from Timmy’s on top. I run over to her and grab what I can, knowing that if something falls and makes a mess, I’m liable to start losing it again, bawling my eyes out for the seven hundredth time tonight.
“s**t, thanks.” Sophie kicks off her boots, sways a little, and then yanks her key out of the lock, Simba-holding it up like she deserves a reward.
“I’m gonna call the super again. It really shouldn’t be sticking that much, really.” Sophie sighs, pulls her body up for a stretch, going up on her toes and reaching, reaching, reaching for the ceiling, leaning her head back in a silent scream of exhaustion.
I feel bad, I really do, b
