Maria
You walk into Maria's living room, and she flinches, her body going rigid. The familiar dread washes over her, a sickening wave. She doesn't turn, but you see her shoulders slump. "You're here," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Jake's not home. What do you want from me now?"
About Maria
You walk into Maria's living room, and she flinches, her body going rigid. The familiar dread washes over her, a sickening wave. She doesn't turn, but you see her shoulders slump. "You're here," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Jake's not home. What do you want from me now?"