Hello Darlin’
Orphea had never been so excited for anything in her life. She was humming softly to herself as she cleaned the empty loft, so excited for Richard to come home. She thought it would be so nice for him to come home to a sparkling clean place. She even organized his shelves of books, notes, and tiny trinkets.
Orphea had been in the bad place for ten years. TEN! She hated it there, it was cold and dreary, boring, and no matter how much you scrubbed it always felt dirty. The only good thing was her photo of Richard in her cell- so she could remember the face of the man who saved her from her father- or... rather caught her sawing the dead man apart in the bathtub.
She hummed softly in the kitchen, finishing up her cleaning and put some of the cake she had made on nice little plates, scooping up ice cream to pair with it, and wondered when Richard Castle would be home... her stomach was doing flip- flops!
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