Midnight Intervention

Stella

A curse slips out of my mouth as I lurch across my living room. My fingers are clumsy as I fumble with the door handle, but finally, I yank it open. The porch light filters in, revealing Vance, his figure imposing even in the darkness of the street outside.

“What are you doing here?” I’m more tired than angry, and a little too drunk for my own good, leaving my voice harsher than I really i