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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habit, the spare key lay hidden

available for her

spare key, Dylan

fell

him an entire week to craft it and another night to meticulously paint the

sat there

on the sofa, Dylan surveyed the

all her things as well

the bittersweet moment when Leyla had called him

had been a dream come

now he had no option but to relinquish

thought crossed his mind: perhaps Olivia would reconcile with

Leyla would live with her

down Dylan’s face, though he seemed

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