*Cat*
I stared blankly at the TV as it moved through channels, the sound cutting off before it could settle on one thing. I wasn’t paying attention to what flashed across the screen. My hand was sore from holding the channel button on the remote for so long, and I was pretty sure I had cycled through all of the channels at least twice.
But I couldn’t stop.
I was waiting impatiently, anxiously curled up in my blankets with the lights in the house still off where I had been since I had gotten home from my shopping trip with Anna. It was late, the sky outside already dark, and it was two hours past when Elio would usually come home.
The untouched takeout I had ordered still sat on the coffee table, probably cold by now. I sighed as I dropped the remote, leaning back on the couch and taking another anxious glance out the window.
Still nothing.
