Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

Marion led Debra to the innermost room on the left. When the door opened, he quickly stepped in front of her to block the dust from the doorframe.

It took a while before she could see what was inside.

The place was cramped, covering no more than ten square meters. Three sets of bunk beds stood on the sides, their frames already rusted. In the middle was a simple frame holding a copper basin. There was nothing else.

Marion had understated it when he called the room shabby.

"There's nothing much to see here. It's dirty. Let's go," he said, pulling at her arm.

But Debra was intrigued. "Which was your bed?"

"This one." Marion pointed to the bottom bunk in the far corner.

"So, this is the room you, Robert, and Drake share?"

"Yeah."

the other three

were the last batch, so

as Shawn's

"Yeah."

had used. It was still neat,

the smell of old,

exhaust fan,

summer, the room was stifling; in the winter, it was like a

fall, it was only worse. The humid, sticky air

Marion lived there

reading her mind.

her hand and kissed her forehead. "Let's go. You'll feel

Pet

she muttered, "You know, sometimes I wonder, everything could start over, maybe you wouldn't have to go through all this. Maybe we'd

her hand. "Don't think

sure, but in that dream, everyone seemed to be happy. It was a world without