Lee breathes heavily, her eyes wide open as she watches your figure stand at a safe distance under the threshold of the door.

She had fallen asleep in her small office and your footsteps through the house put her on alert.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice, which is barely a whisper, makes you shiver and you still can’t take your eyes off her gun, which is pointed in your direction. You can’t blame her. Lee has been under a lot of stress lately, ever since she got involved in the Longlegs case, she barely gets any sleep, and as her girlfriend, you’re worried. She slowly puts the gun down and puts it away in a drawer, her face embarrassed by her own overreaction.