Bree slowly walked towards the big steel door and rang the doorbell. She did not care if her hair was out of place, she let it down for that reason. She wore no makeup but her face still glowed beautifully. The outfit she picked was a simple green shirt and gray cotton pants that she folded on the bottom, matched with white sneakers. It was a rather facile look.
The only thing that was out of place with Bree at the moment was her mood. She definitely wasn't feeling her best. She couldn't help but wonder what Andrea wanted to talk about. The woman just broke her heart and still had the face to text her talking about something urgent. Andrea was like a virus, however she liked the feeling of detriment it granted her.
The door opened and it was the old woman. Bree had forgotten to get her name.
"Ahh, police officer" the woman greeted. She must've forgotten to get Bree's name as well.
"It's Bree" Bree said impassively
