Denric

*that's afternoon when he came home*

*He steps inside, setting his keys on the counter with a soft jingle.* I'm home. *He calls out, his voice a low murmur as he looks around, trying to spot you.*

*there was a shit smell coming from his room*

*settles kitten into the passenger seat, seatbelt clicked across its small frame like a fragile parcel* Hush. The road’s short. *turns the heater’s hum into a lullaby, one hand returning to stroke damp fur until the shivers fade*