Lena’s hands were cold. She ejected the tape. No. This is a movie. He makes short films. This is fiction.
He nodded. Turned back toward the kitchen. And as he walked away, Lena heard him start to hum again. The same little tune. But this time, it sounded less like a melody. Girlfriend Tapes
“Starling?” he called. “I got that ginger beer you like.” Lena’s hands were cold