Casey, Jeff, Kari [FFM]

As he bounded up the stairs up to his apartment, Jeff reached into his left pocket and fished out his keys. It was Friday and he was looking forward to relaxing with his wife, Casey. Maybe they could lounge around before going out to meet some friends for drinks. He waved to the man at the concierge desk on his way to the elevators. Though Jeff and Casey lived in a small one bedroom apartment, it was in a newly renovated building with a modern design geared at young professionals. Jeff taught at a college prep school and Casey worked at a small accounting firm. They could have afforded a larger space in an older building, but they decided a modicum of luxury was worth the sacrifice.

He loosened his tie while examining his shaggy blonde hair in the metal elevator wall. The doors opened and he made his way down the deserted hall. Stepping through the door, the combined kitchen-living room opened up to him. He noticed that one of the dining chairs had been moved into the middle of the living room. The bedroom door was closed too.

“Casey? Are you here?”