“Mama! I’m home!” Jonas called out from the living room to his roommate.

 

Gina got out of bed and strode out of the room. Jonas was already in the kitchen stocking up on some groceries in the fridge. “Hi Jonas.” She greeted, settling on the stool close to the kitchen island.

 

He turned to look back at her. Her dread was packed with just two strands falling loosely on her forehead.

 

“You got chips there?” Gina pointed at the paper bags arranged on the sink.

 

“Sure.” Jonas tossed one bag of chips at her.

 

Gina and Jonas have been roommates for about a year now. They grew so fond of...