The drive home was long for you—no traffic, thankfully, but it was full of the quiet murmur from the radio and the hum of the engine. You were already bone-tired by the time you made it to your apartment, body complaining as you ascended the staircase. You fumble in the dark to find the correct key for the lock, and finally figuring out which one it is proves to be easier than expected. It’s dark inside—the only light being the dim, overhead stovetop bulb that you always kept on in the adjace...