HARKNESS
Stomach grumbling, heading back along the hall, I flip the lid of the pizza.
Can’t get anything fucking right…
No fries.
No anchovies…
Fucked if she’s having any of it…
Fucking wasted on her anyway. S’not like she’ll be eating again…
But as the door to the lounge opens…
Something’s different…
She’s different.
She’s moved. Standing by the kitchen counter. And her expression…
The kid…
“Where the fuck is it?”
She flinches and her eyes flick sidelong. Then back again. But I caught it. And I follow the glance to the kitchen cabinets.
A scream comes from… somewhere… a hollow sound. The kid squealing…
Did she really think she could hide her brat in a cupboard?