Nerthus
I climb up the stairs on the dimly lit-up staircase to the third floor and every step I take seems to have my heart skip a beat.
This is not healthy.
My heart squeezes as I feel his presence following me silently. The pleasant anticipation I feel when I open the door to my alibi apartment is worrying me.
“Here we are. Home sweet home.”
I switch on the light after he is already standing in the living room with an open kitchen, and I walk over to the cupboards.
“Would you like a glass of wine?”
He is mustering the apartment with squinted eyes as he answers me without even sparing me a glance. “Yes.”
I proceed to open a bottle of wine from the always stocked wine fridge and pour the blood red liquid into two glasses.
“The door…” He is holding his glass and still mustering th
