“Very.”
Greg gave a short laugh.
“It wasn’t that bad.”
I picked up my phone.
“Want to see?”
“Tori…”
I showed him the first picture.
Three garbage bags beside the sink.
Then the ants.
Then the dishes.
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Then the towel I’d used to wipe dried grease from the counter.
Greg looked uncomfortable.
“I was running late.”
“For five days?”
“I mean when I left.”
“What about the first four?”
He rubbed his forehead.
“I figured I’d get to it.”
“You didn’t.”
“I said I was in a rush.”
I nodded.
“Okay.”
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Then I pulled out the takeout receipts.
His face changed before I asked anything.
That told me everything.
“Who was here?”
Greg looked at Dan.
Dan’s voice went quiet.
“Greg.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Who was here?”
“A few people.”
Dan put down his fork.
“You brought people into our apartment?”
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“They’re friends.”
“Yours.”
“Yeah.”
