Doll House – Aspen, Scott (pt 5) – Welcome Home Scott
The pale, ghostly glow of the smartphone screen cut through the heavy dimness of the bedroom, casting a spectral blue light across the duvet. Lexi sat perched on the edge of the mattress, her thumb hovering over the glass, the only movement in a room held in suspended animation. The “Find My Phone” app was open, a stark grid of the city streets illuminated by a single, pulsing green dot. It was Scott. The dot moved with a steady, mechanical rhythm, sliding away from the dense gray grid of the office district and onto the arterial roads that bled toward home. He was in transit. “Perfect,” she whispered, the word escaping her lips like a puff of cigarette smoke, curling into the silence. She tossed the phone onto the bedside table, where it landed with …
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