It was late afternoon, just as the warming sun was settling in the horizon, leaving the soft chill of an early spring evening in its wake. The apartment complex was filled with the sounds of its residents calming down for the evening--mothers and fathers calling in laughing children, older generations locking their doors before sitting for dinner or in front of dull televisions.
It certainly wasn’t a time for your normal visitor to make an appearance, but especially not to the apartment whose door nestled comfortable at the end of the hall.
The knock itself was slow but deliberate, made by an individual who stood so close to the door, that the peephole could only witness a pair of mismatched eyes staring back. Green and blue, both dulled, with heavy bags underneath and a redness to the eyes that suggested the person either indulged or rarely saw sleep.
Still, an answer was needed, and the smallest of the two women within lay frozen in her room.
