I don't remember collapsing onto the beaten sofa.
I can only recall a cushion brushing against my arm as Charlotte's news registered.
David ... Dead? What? How?
I sat motionless. I saw his face. That crooked smile. That hollow gaze.
I fidgeted. I got up. I closed the curtains again. I sat back down.
Charlotte appeared. Her eyes puffed. Cheeks crimson.
She crashed next to me.
The red lamp shade cast a ruddy shadow over her face. Ruby tears rolled down her cheeks.
Charlotte slowly turned to face me.
"Chrissy?" She croaked.
"It might be my fault."
I'm linking up with JB47's 100 Word Challenge. This week's prompt was ... Ruby