« Make yourself at home, » he told him.
Greg grinned.
« You know me. »
I would think about that line later.
We got back on Sunday night.
The smell hit first.
Then my gaze landed on three garbage bags next to the sink.
They weren’t by the door or out on the balcony. They were tied shut and sitting right there in the kitchen.
As I stepped closer, I noticed flies hovering around them. Then I spotted a line of ants coming out from under the cabinet and crawling straight up the side of one bag.
I stared at the mess in disbelief.
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