‘Amanda open the door?’
Kyle.
He has no right to hound me. Go away Kyle.
‘Amanda I’m sorry it’s none of my business. I wont ask again.’
She threw the pillow back down and took a look in the distressed white floor length mirror. The last time she had seen it was in her old apartment. Her face red and puffy, mascara long gone and streaked across her cheeks, she looked like death warmed up.
Get it together Mandy. You’re a mother! You can do this!
She wiped her hands across her cheeks, and looking more presentable, she swung open the bedroom door. He wasn’t waiting there for her.
She took the parent receiver for the baby monitor and walked into the open plan kitchen. As she approached the refrigerator, there he was. He passed her a bud light.
‘I wont ask again’ he said, softly. ‘s**t
