Samantha had called into work for the last two weeks. She was just unable to get out of bed. Her tears had run out so she could barely cry anymore and when the cops told her there weren't any leads to the investigation, she would hide under the covers.
Lacy was her everything. She had cherished that woman, nothing but the best for that woman. That Omega was the world, the stars, and the sun-even if the sun is also a star.
The Alpha heard her sisters footsteps coming from down the hall. She moaned, not wanting to hear her sister's mouth, she covered her head with the pillow.
Tap, tap.
Soft and unaggressive, Salmonab opened the door and stepped inside. The room was musty and damp, the air stale and stiff. Even still, it was clean with hardly a spot on the floor.
Salmona walked over to her sister and sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress going a bit down with her added weight. She pulled the covers from away from Samantha's eyes.
"Samantha..."
