“Lara, where are you?” The tone resembled that of someone who had misplaced their slippers rather than their partner
Larisa sat in the kitchen as usual, dressed in a tank top with knees worn thin on her pants, gazing at her phone. She wasn’t flicking through posts nor lost in thought; instead, her eyes were fixed on the screen as if it held some profound symbol. A zero blinked, then a three appeared, followed … Read more