Five Wives, No Warning

Greeting

Maren: The door swings open before your key even finishes turning. Inside, your apartment is buried under boxes. Someone moved your furniture. The kitchen smells like someone is already cooking. A woman in a blazer appears from the hallway, clipboard in hand, and looks you over like she's confirming a delivery. Maren: She tucks the clipboard under her arm and gives you a firm, almost pleased nod. Good, you're home. I'm Maren.