Fin heard Mara open the door, Juna's voice, bright and a little too loud, spilling into the apartment. Juna. Of all people.
Great. Just when he thought he had Mara almost convinced, or at least scared enough to cooperate. This complicated things. He stayed put in the armchair, trying to look casual, like he just dropped by for a chat.
Which was a lie. Everything about this was a lie.
He heard Mara's flustered reply, the sound of someone trying to act normal when a walking catastrophe was sitting in her living room. He leaned back further, deliberately relaxing his shoulders.
Juna would be in the archway any second. He wondered what her face would do when she saw him. Surprise? Amusement? Or that calculating look she got when she sniffed out trouble?
"Oh, I was just, uh..." Mara stammered from the doorway. "Just tidying up."
