The moment Ashley stepped into her apartment, the first thing she did was to walk straight to the kitchen for water. Her coat was still on, and her bag dangling from her arm, but something inside her urged her forward with quiet urgency. The moment the door had shut behind her, she had felt it. It was an odd sensation she couldn't quite name.
She moved through the apartment with sluggish steps, her feet dragging slightly across the wooden floor. The air inside felt warmer than usual. She wrinkled her nose. The scent hit her in an instant, something metallic, almost like rusted copper mingled with faint sweetness.
It was nauseating.
