C79 Friday Evening: Dominance in the Foyer.

The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room. Outside, the evening sun bled into the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of crimson and gold.

I was still in bed.

Still staring at my phone.

Still waiting.

Dontrell never came home last night.

I exhaled sharply, my fingers tightening around my phone as I reread the only thing he’d left me with. A text. One damn text