Pouring a drink in the kitchen
My key turned easily in the lock, and I stepped into the familiar scent of my own home. I didn’t bother taking off my coat or boots right away.
Instead, I walked straight to the small kitchen at the back of the house. I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and a bottle of wine from the counter.
My hands shook slightly as I poured a generous amount of red liquid. I needed something to steady my nerves.