The card's headlight illuminated the dark as I pulled into the driveway.

The security man ushered me in with a smile, "Welcome, ma."

"Thank you", I replied.

I stepped out of the car and walked towards the house, my steps the only sound breaking the stillness of the night.

The door creaked open, and I stepped inside, flipping on the living room light.

"Jame's not back",  I murmured.

I headed to my room to change clothes and have a quick shower.

I walked back downstairs, to the kitchen, feeling fresh and clean.

I opened the fridge to scan its contents, and leftovers from earlier caught my eye, so I decided...