"Come on in, don't be shy."
The door slid open slowly, and in shuffled Lui, looking like absolute shit-on-a-stick.
The man was hunched over like he was auditioning for a role as a goblin in a third-rate play, wrapped in a blanket that screamed, I've given up on life.
He looked...worse than yesterday, if that was even possible. Somehow, the fucker had gained weight, his belly now peeking out beneath the blanket like it was trying to escape the shame.
Most people in fear drop a few pounds, but not Lui. Oh no. Apparently, he'd gone full gremlin, stress-eating his way through everything Juliana had probably cooked.
Juliana, kneeling on the floor beside Artis, gasped at the sight of her husband—her actual husband—but quickly composed herself.
