She walked to the front door and easily the slipped the key inside. Once the door was unlocked, she nudged it open and briskly entered her home. The first thing she noticed as the cleanliness of the house. Tina must have been busy today then. Bette disposed of her things on the couch beside the door before moving towards the island.

She dug into her jacket pockets for a slip of paper she needed, she was going to pin it to the fridge door. Instead she found a chocolate bar wrapper that she’d eaten on the way home.

“I should really stop eating sometimes,” Bette mumbled down to the wrapper. She walked over to the bin and pushed the lid open. “What the fuck?”

There were some colourful flowers stuffed at the bottom of the bin with several other pieces of rubbish over the top in a poor attempt at hiding them. Bette crouched down and slipped her hand inside. She wanted to find the card. Had they been for Tina or her? Her fingers wrapped around the card and she quickly pulled it out.

‘Tina, I love you, I’m sorry – Eric. XX’

Bette rolled her eyes and scrunched up the card. They’d obviously not made up or something had happened before she got home. She straightened up and brushed off her slacks. That’s when she heard the quiet sobbing coming from the guest bedroom. Tina. Bette looked around awkwardly, as if there was somebody else in the house that she could ask to go see her. But of course, there was nobody.

“Tina?” Bette said hesitantly once she reached the guest bedrooms door.

The sniffling suddenly stopped and everything went silent. Mustn’t have known I was home.  Bette put her hand on the door handle and twisted it; once the door was slightly ajar she paused. I can’t just walk in!

“Can I come in?”

Bette didn’t get a response straight away but Tina eventually said yes. Bette walked into the room and gasped at the sight before her. Tina was wrapped up in one of her dressing gowns, perched on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. When she looked up, Bette could see her bloodshot, teary eyes.