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but Anita’s face fell at the sight of a woman in a tank top and panties, her hair ruffled and her eyes full of sleep.
    “What the fuck?” It slipped out of her mouth before she could gain her composure enough to stop it.
    “Who the hell are you?” the woman asked, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and running her hands through her dark hair.
    “Where’s Bruce?” Anita demanded, her stomach rolling as she glanced over the woman’s shoulder, hoping with everything in her that he would materialize and clear the situation up.
    The woman scoffed, stepping aside. “You must be Anita.”
    “How do you know my name?” she asked.
    The woman shrugged. “You’re more popular than you think.”
    Anita was trying to think of the right question to ask, the right thing to say or do… Anything to stop standing there in Bruce’s doorway looking extremely stupid. The woman impatiently gestured for Anita to enter. “So, are you coming in or what?”
    Anita could think of nothing better to do than to step into Bruce’s house. Oddly enough, the inside of it reminded her a lot of the inside of Boris’s house. It looked half-unpacked and completely disheveled, as if he were either in the process of moving in, or of moving out. Either way, the inside matched the outside in the fact that it was so unkempt, and in how old and neglected it seemed. “Where is Bruce?”
    “He had to run an errand,” the woman said as she walked past her, taking a seat on the couch and clutching the pillow in her lap.
    Anita stood awkwardly in front of her. “So, what are you? To Bruce, I mean.”
    The woman shrugged. “An old lover.”
    Anita could feel the butterflies dying in her stomach, one by one.
    The woman’s eyes swept over her. “What are you doing here? He couldn’t have invited you.”
    Anita sucked in a breath. “I just had a couple of questions.” As soon as she started talking, she realized she really didn’t know what the hell she was supposed to be doing in Bruce’s house. “We need to talk.”
    The woman let out a short, humorless laugh. “You want answers, don’t you?”
    Anita narrowed her eyes. “So, you know about Bruce?”
    She chuckled, gesturing around her. “Does it look like I know about Bruce? I live with him.”
    Anita could feel her skin crawling with anticipation as she took a step towards this complete stranger. “Will you tell me then? Will you tell me what he is? What he’s hiding?”
    The woman raised an eyebrow. “And betray him?”
    Anita felt ashamed of herself for even asking. She took a step back.
    “Look, human, the fact of the matter is, you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”
    Human? “What is there not to believe?”
    The woman sat back on the couch, shaking her head. “Your curiosity will kill you one day.”
    Anita huffed out a breath, annoyed with the fact that this complete stranger was being so condescending. “Look, I’m not leaving until I speak to him.”
    The woman smiled, as if amused by her, then pointed at the grandfather chair across the room. “Fine. Sit. Wait.”
    Unable to think of anything else to do, Anita begrudgingly complied.

Chapter Two
    Anita waited for almost an hour, watching the sun rise to its perch high in the sky and the crimson dawn turn into an ironically sunny morning. She smacked her lips, her craving for caffeine steadily becoming overwhelming. She tapped her foot, wringing her hands and slowly growing more and more impatient.
    It was then that she heard a noise.
    The woman, who had refrained from speaking to her the entire time, instead occupied herself with a copy of the yesterday’s newspaper, looked up at the sound, a smile stretching across her face. “There he goes,” she said just as the front door opened and closed and footsteps followed.
    Anita gasped when she caught her first glimpse of Bruce. His eyes were barely opened, and he moved around with an odd, ghostly manner. His right arm was pressed to his torso as he