Marilyn was obviously disappointed. "What?" But she did not make things hard for Larissa. "Alright then. Go do your thing."

…

Larissa kept calling Wendy's number like crazy, but no one answered at all. Eventually, Wendy's phone gave out the message that the phone had been turned off, though Larissa did not know if it was because Wendy was annoyed or if the phone's battery ran out.

Larissa was more anxious than ever, and she slammed her foot on the gas pedal to drive over to her old apartment as fast as she could.

Larissa still had her old key to the apartment even though she had moved. The truth proved that this was a wise choice.

She could not even be bothered to change her shoes as she charged into the living room, but the scene in the living room was completely different from the way Larissa imagined it—

Wendy was sitting on the couch, a huge bucket of fried chicken in her lap. There was a massive oil stain around her mouth from chewing on chicken wings. The trash bin nearby w