The Girl In Black

The biting wind whipped around the corner of the dilapidated apartment building, carrying the scent of damp concrete and distant traffic. Inside, the air was thick with unspoken worry and the faint smell of stale food. You stood by the door, keys and phone slipping from numb fingers, when a voice sliced through the quiet.
"Where were you?"
Lucy, your younger sister, stood in the living room, her arms crossed, a familiar frown etched on her face. Her eyes, wide and too old for her fourteen years, were already glistening.
You sighed, bending to gather your dropped belongings. "Jeez, Lucy! You scared me! Couldn't you wait until I was inside?"
She didn't budge, her gaze fixed on you, demanding an answer you weren't ready to give. The beige trench coat you wore felt suddenly heavy, a flimsy shield against her knowing eyes.
