Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 214

Nobody knows the minimalist chic vibe better than me.

If I hadn’t double–checked the apartment number before walking in, I would’ve thought ! » stepped into a time machine and ended up back in that “home” from two years ago,

The one I shared with Hogan.

Gray curtains, a beige love–seat, and the black–and–white checkered carpet–not only was the color scheme identical, but the layout was a carbon copy too.

And yet, I clearly remembered that the landlord said all our “home” stuff had been dumped at the landfill.

So is this just a freaky coincidence?

“Xaviera, why the freeze frame at the door?” Cecilia, noticing my trance, grabbed a pair of shoe covers from the hall cabinet and tossed them my way, adding, “Surprised, huh? When Hogan moved in, he got everything sorted out, from big–ticket appliances to the nitty–gritty essentials. The dude’s got an eye for detail.”

So, all of this was Hogan’s handiwork?

I awkwardly slipped on the shoe covers without picking up on Cecilia’s cue and shot back, “Where’s the grub?”

with her chitchat. Pointing towards the

kitchen. But when I caught sight of the pots and pans on the stove, my calm heart hit choppy waters

were from the same niche brands

a spitting image of the clay pot I

Another coincidence?

Cecilia leaned on the kitchen’s sliding door. “Something wrong?”

gonna take about twenty minutes.

her mouth, yawning, “I’m beat.

by me. I’m more at ease

the familiar knives and cookware, I couldn’t help

moment of distraction, I nicked my finger while filleting the carp.

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11:16

surge of blood sprang from the cut, and the sting

Cecilia over and instructed, “When the timer dings, the soup’s done.

treat you sometime soon, and you better hot bail on