The search bar blinked. Mocking her.
“Ο πατέρας σου έχασε το επεισόδιο 3. Πες του ότι ο Τάκης δεν έφαγε το χταπόδι. Ήταν καλαμάρι. Κλαις.”
It was 2 a.m. in her Melbourne flat. Rain slicked the window. Outside, the world slept. Inside, Alexis was hunting a ghost.
A. Fictional Narrator
Her blood went cold. “Your father missed episode 3. Tell him Takis didn’t eat the octopus. It was squid. You’re welcome.”