Chase*

She isn’t going to have to wait anymore. I figure for the past year she’s been up to her eyeballs in responsibility, in having to deal with her sister, stepfather, the lot. So, tonight, I’m taking it all away.

I hear the elevator beep and watch as she steps off, her hips swaying with every step that she takes.

When she pauses at the edge of the room, she takes in how alone we are. Arms folded, I wait.

“I got the document you wanted,” Faye says, coming into the room.

“Good.”

She doesn’t make a move, and I watch her. She holds onto the envelope.

Silence fills the...