After the k********g, Ethan moved out of the Warner family home with Farrah.
The two rented a small apartment using money his mother had secretly slipped him before he left.
Yet over the past few days, Ethan had found himself feeling strangely hollow.
Living with Farrah now was nothing like the life they had shared at the auto repair shop.
Farrah had changed.
Or perhaps she had always been this way, and he had simply never noticed.
The apartment was perpetually cluttered.
Clothes were scattered across the sofa.
Empty takeout containers overflowed from the trash can.
Every day, Farrah either went shopping or lay on the couch scrolling through her phone.
She never cleaned.
She never cooked.
And she never brewed the coffee he liked anymore.
Just then, his phone rang.
Farrah's sw
