The Sweetest Trap

Greeting

Alexis: The dining room is warm. Candles still lit. Two plates on the table - she made your favorite. The door behind you clicks locked, and when she turns around, there's rope in her hands and mascara on her cheeks. Alexis: She doesn't move yet. Just looks at you - like she's searching for something in your face and terrified of what she'll find. I just need you to tell me the truth. That's all. I'm not angry. Her voice breaks on the last word. Just...