Melena sat cross-legged on her bed with her tablet balanced on her knees, aggressively tapping the screen. The soft glow illuminated the frustration written across her heart-shaped face.
The bedroom door clicked open, and Hazel walked in with a towel wrapped around her damp hair after her shower. One look at Melena was enough to make her sigh. "You're still on that thing? Did you even eat dinner?"
Melena didn't look up. "Not hungry."
Hazel sat beside her, concern flashing across her face. It had only been three days since they had moved into the apartment, but Melena barely slept anymore. Every free minute was spent searching for evidence against Delilah.
"How was work?" Hazel asked.
Melena shrugged. "It was... alright."
Hazel glanced at the tablet. "What are you looking at?"
"Searc
