"Cyril," Vasilis said with a nod when he saw me behind Kieran. No surprise colored his tone or expression, as if I hadn't run away eight years ago and ignored any attempt at contact since.
Today was hard. I almost fell through the door after a long shift at work and instead stumbled to my armchair in the corner of the small living area. My roommate was home--a rare event. I heard her music blasting in the bathroom as she took a shower. I dozed off waiting for her to get out of the bathroom.