It was a habit to glance around, to see where everyone was. There place was sparse and open plan.
The red couch which I heard opened into a bed, the dinner table and chairs they had gotten from #Mac’s parents and the TV. Two door leading to their bedrooms on the left, the bathroom between, and the back door directly in front of me. Leaving nowhere for anyone to hide.
The pup who sat on the chair with his fingers running over the guitar strings looked up and smiled, and -