“Traffic,” Erito lied, stepping inside.
They sat in the thick silence of two people who have already said everything safe and are now navigating the minefield of what they shouldn’t . The television murmured a variety show. Neither of them watched it. Erito - Rina Kawamura - Best friend-s girlfrien...
The guilt was a third person in the room. It sat on the edge of the bed while they undressed. It watched from the rearview mirror as she climbed out of his car three blocks from her apartment. It whispered, He trusts you. He loves you. He would take a bullet for you. “Traffic,” Erito lied, stepping inside