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Ruby hasn’t called home in a few days.
Maia had understood, at first, but she hadn’t expected this. It’s been a week of no contact, and she’s been pulling her hair out over it. Unpleasant thoughts creep in - her sister might have overdosed on a nightclub’s bathroom floor, or been murdered in a park, her body yet to be discovered. It’s made her frantic. The visions come, but none about ruby. She doesn’t see her sister, and wonders if that’s her own doing - perhaps she doesn’t want to be seen, perhaps she’s hiding on purpose.
Still, she knocks on the door.
There’s a cigarette in one hand, which is ashed right onto their beautiful tiled patio. She removes her sunglasses, so that whoever answers the door will be met with dark, judgemental eyes.
She looks angry. She feels angrier.
‘ I’m Ruby’s sister. She’s here, right. ’
