TWENTY-FIVE
Coming back from the garage, Tally was looking forward to collapsing on the couch and ordering some greasy Chinese food. Tired and achy, she attributed her low mood and exhaustion to what had happened with Max yesterday.
If that was what was causing it, she had to shake it off, but telling herself to get over it, wasn’t as easy as actually getting over it.
Taking her key from her pocket, she slid it into the lock, and threw her weight behind the door that had liked to stick in the frame for as long as she’d known it. But as she burst through into the apartment, she was startled to see the TV on.
She might have thought maybe she left it on that morning, but she only ever watched the news in the morning, and the TV appeared to be on some sports round-up, something. Still watc
