“Of course.”
Stepping back, he let me enter his bedroom. I’d never been inside his room before and, surprisingly, I wasn’t expecting his room to be so organized. Navy bed sheets crisp and sharp to the edge of the bed and a desk with a laptop and small television. While I still had clothes piled on my bedroom floor, his floor was cleaned and vacuumed, clothes hung in his closet and folded neatly in his draws.
“You...expecting guests?” I asked jokingly.
He chuckled, closing the door behind me. “No, you caught me after cleaning up.” With crossed arms and skeptical expression, he looked me over from head to toe, his smile gradually fading. “What happened down there?”
I took a seat, closing my eyes from the vision of Hazel taking her last breath. Exhaling a ragged breath, I answered, “Some
