~~**I apologize for the shortened chapter. This week and next I will be travelling, so I wanted to leave you with at least something. Thank you for your comments and for the reads, I am so very grateful. The plot and story line are beginning to thicken, I am excited to see where this goes. Please please please leave me comments :) Thank you for being awesome!**~~ P.S. This is a flashback !
Unlocking the door to her apartment, she felt the day's weight sink into every muscle of her body. A faint noise occupied her attention, but only for a second as it shifted back to the exhaustion. Dropping all her belongings on the couch, Callie made stride toward the kitchen. She needed one thing only—a glass of wine.
Uncorking the bottle she quickly poured herself a glass. The distant sound she had heard before became more prominent now. Listening sharply, she identified it as a drip-like noise….a trickle.
The faucet must have not been shut off properly. Or worse, it was leaking again. Callie sighed at this thought remembering the last time she had to call the super to fix the leak. It took at least a month and a half before anyone came to look at it, and then another month to fix it.
It was at this moment Callie realized the purse in front of the bedroom door—its contents strewn across the hallway.
She felt her body shiver, cold with dreadful anticipation of what was to come. Callie uncontrollably felt her body rush toward the bedroom. Knocking over a stool on her way, she didn't turn around only continuing her heartbreaking effort toward an icy reality.
The thoughts were too many, the seconds too few. A cold sweat formed and her heart began to race. What was a five-second walk from the bedroom door to the bathroom's, became a stretch across hours. She hoped…she prayed…
Throwing open the door, Callie saw the sink trickling. Drip…drip… Looking down to the floor, the scene was frozen in a moment. Two empty pill bottles in the lifeless grasp of pale hands—Susanna's pale hands.