@adam-hayward
Black eyes are still left haunting Daniela’s thoughts, even days after she’s taken her hands off the cards. And she’ll swear up and down that it’s the only reason she’s standing at Adam’s door for the first time in a long time. Not the unanswered calls.
Or the all too familiar fear.
There’s one last moment of hesitation, a phone she keeps chewing on the corner of, debating whether it’s smarter or quicker to just try calling him again. He’s probably fine; he always is, but repetition of that thought doesn’t shake how familiar this is, the cold feeling of fingers gripping her tightly by the throat. It’s half of why she left, but she wonders not for the first time what the point was when this doesn’t feel all that different.
Dani knocks quickly on the door, forcing her hands to move before she finds herself simply turning around. After all, she’s got a good reason to be here this time, and it doesn’t cost anything extra to have some extra reassurance he’s still standing.
“Adam?”