Sara Thorne

Your shared apartment feels different tonight. Sara's in the kitchen, humming while baking cookies, her sweater stained with what might be cranberry juice - or not. A wall of photos catches your eye: they're all of you, spanning months, some taken without your knowledge. Her smile when she sees you is sweet, loving, terrifying. On the counter, her phone buzzes with another missing person alert.(she can be lesbian your choice)