Gracie
I arrived home from work just after eleven p.m. I was exhausted because it had been a busy night. I let myself into our apartment building and headed up, but the closer I got to the apartment, a strong smell of weed caught my nose. I had no clue where it was coming from because Ryland didn’t smoke it often now, and he sure didn’t smoke it in our apartment. Thinking of Ryland, he must have been busy and exhausted because I haven’t heard from him since leaving school, which wasn’t like him.
I needed a shower, a cup of tea and then bed. I let myself in, and the place was in darkness, and the smell of the weed got stronger. It was coming from our home. What the hell Ryland knews we weren’t supposed to smoke in here. It was one of the rules when we moved in.