The Visitor.

Ding-dong!

I struggled to the door of my apartment. It was morning and too soon. There wasn't the need to return to the mansion, Dad was gone with mom. 

Claire had insisted I slept over at her place but I didn't need consolation.

"Chris," I called out once I opened the door.

"Thank goodness you are okay." He said, rushing in and pressing a kiss on my lips.

"Why?" I asked, having freed my lips and shut the door. 

"Your phone. I have been calling." He said, 

"Oh, sorry, I haven't been with it. Must be somewhere around" I told him with a mild smile.

"It's fine." He said, 

"I..thought you were mad at me and didn't wish to see me," I told him.

"When have I ever been successful at that?" He asked.

We both smiled at each other. I watched him come closer, I knew by the way he looked at me, he wanted me too.