Wordle #1105 – DROVE
I sigh and crumple up the useless piece of paper, shoving it into my backpack as I contemplate where to look next.
My eyes keep returning to Bree’s MacBook. It’s probably impossible for me to crack, but it’s also too tantalizing for me to ignore, like trying the door handle to an exclusive airport lounge. Because why not?
I flip open the laptop and am immediately blocked by a lock screen. No surprise there.
What does surprise me is Bree’s wallpaper. The image is slightly fuzzed out behind the login window, but I recognize the photograph from a road trip Bree and I took years ago when we drove down the PCH all the way to San Diego:
We’re at the Madonna Inn, both seated in tufted leather barstools in bubblegum pink, our elbows perched on an equally pink leather bar top. Surrounding us is a forest of silk flowers, a magenta carpet blooming with garish rosettes, and wooden pillars carved into twisting grapevines. We look young. We’re smiling.
It’s a nice photo, to be sure, but I’m baffled as to why Bree would have a picture of me as her wallpaper. Is she feeling remorseful? Nostalgic? Or is she just gloating?
I suppose I can mull over Bree’s frankly psycho behavior later, maybe when I’m not in the middle of committing a crime…
Dialed back in, I click on the password field. The cursor blinks at me tauntingly.
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