GASP!!
"Ms. Ophelia, how…?"
Susan's voice cracked in the middle of the question, her face draining of color as she stood frozen in the doorway of her own living room.
Ophelia tilted her head slightly, lips curling.
"You must have forgotten that I gave you this apartment," she said coldly. "Why did you not answer my calls, Susan?"
The small flat suddenly felt even smaller.
The curtains were half drawn, letting in streaks of weak afternoon light that revealed the dust in the air. A kettle still whistled faintly in the kitchen. The scent of overboiled cabbage lingered.
Susan dropped to her knees.
It wasn't even a conscious decision. Her legs simply gave way beneath the weight of shock.
"You thought you could get rid of me, didn't you?" Ophelia stepped forward and seized Susan's jaw in a painfully tight grip. Her nails dug into soft skin, forcing Susan to look up. "You thought that once I fell, you could disappear."
She shoved her away.
