Richard

The next morning, I’m surprised to see I’m the first one up. Maya is usually moving about, showering, or working on her laptop before I’m even downstairs, but the house seems empty. I open the front door and notice Bart’s car isn’t in the driveway, either.

It’s Sunday morning. He wouldn’t be up already. Did they not come home then?

I go about my business, carrying on with my morning, but as it reaches ten, I want to get going on the main bathroom, tearing out the old tub and prying up the floor tiles, but it’s going to be a lot of noise. I knock on Maya’s and Bart’s door to make sure they’re not in there.

No one answers, and I crack open the door to see the bed still made and the bedroom empty. I guess they must’ve crashed at a friend’s last night. I close…