Chapter 14: Urgent

THE NEXT DAY

The laundry basket hit the floor with a thud. Enora exhaled heavily, bending over the basket in defeat. The journey from her apartment to the elevator and then the laundry room, had been routine for years, and yet somehow, it refused to get easier.

"I may have to invest in one of those foldable carts with the wheels. The old people are onto something."

The phone rang as she dragged the basket into her room. It was Victor.

"Hello?"

"Enora, I have news. Where's Gil?"

"Outside because the guys are changing shifts."

"Good. I'll be there in ten."

"Vic wait–" The phone hung up before she could get out another word. Naturally, she began to worry; it had to be something urgent if he was coming to tell her in person. Or maybe speaking over the phone was the problem–too big a risk.

Victor was late. It was expected, as he usually was, but she was still irritated. The polish on one of her nails had chipped onto her lap from her chewing on it, and her leg bounced incessantly