Melanie - Ts Pandora

Melanie jumped. Her roommate stood in the kitchen doorway, barefoot, holding a mug of tea she hadn’t been drinking. Pandora had moved in three weeks ago, answering a sublet ad that Melanie didn’t remember posting. She was pretty in a sharp way—dark bob, gray eyes that never blinked enough—and she had a habit of knowing things before Melanie said them.

She woke to find Pandora gone. The apartment was empty. No clothes in the closet, no tea mug in the sink, no shadow where the sublet’s bags had been. ts pandora melanie

She typed back: Where are you?

Three dots appeared. Then:

“Call it what?”