Was working on a short story today so I’m using a little excerpt from that.
“I need to go,” she said. “I’m late.”
“Late?” I glanced past the hide covering my door. Pitch darkness lay beyond it.
“Forget it,” she said. “Forget I said it. I need to go.”
She turned back toward the door but I grabbed her wrist. In all the time I had known A—-, in all the time we’d shared this sin, she’d never acted like this. She’d never once sounded scared.
“Where could you need to go?” I said.
“Just…” She shook her head. “Home. I need to go home, D—-.”
She jerked free and hurried out of the apartment, leaving her lie souring my mouth.