Chapter 11: A Little Support
"Some people text before they show up," Kit grumbled as she opened the door for Gemma. "You should give it a try."
It was early Sunday morning and Kit had been hoping to lie in but that was obviously not on the cards anymore. Gemma looked tired - she was paler than usual and she had bags under her eyes. And that was ignoring the fact that she was up this early on a Sunday.
Gemma looked into Kit's eyes tiredly with a slight shrug. "I really need to talk."
Kit frowned in concern and stepped aside to let Gemma into her apartment. She closed the door and followed after Gemma quickly, her hand coming to rest on her lower back comfortingly.
The curtains in Kit's apartment were still drawn, giving the apartment a gloomy air as they moved down the hallway and into the living area. The living area opened up to the kitchen with an island acting as the only demarcation between the two rooms.