Without uttering a word, Dylan retrieved a pack of cigarettes from the glove box with quiet deliberation.

However, his hands trembled too violently to light up a cigarette.

With a change of heart, he abandoned the attempt and got out of the car.

Gina contemplated following suit, but before she could act, Dylan turned around and spoke in a stern voice.

“Stay in the car!”

He didn’t want Gina to enter the place.

The apartment held memories of Olivia, and he wasn’t willing to let anyone else intrude upon them.

Five minutes later, Dylan emerged from the elevator.

The doorway appeared just as he remembered.

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the spare key lay hidden beneath the doormat,

spare key was available for her use in case she misplaced the

the spare key, Dylan

fell upon

it and another night to meticulously paint the entire

it sat there quietly, abandoned

seat on the sofa,

things as well as Leyla’s, he could still smell

at the wooden rocking horse, Dylan recalled the bittersweet moment when Leyla had

a dream come

now he had no option but

crossed his mind: perhaps Olivia would reconcile

live

tears streamed down Dylan’s face, though he seemed indifferent

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