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."

about the other three

so

as Shawn's

"Yeah."

had used. It was still neat, though the

with the smell of old,

was only a small exhaust fan,

room was stifling; in

was only worse. The humid, sticky air

Marion lived there

this place is heaven," Marion said, reading her mind. "That's all in the

forehead. "Let's go. You'll feel uncomfortable staying

Pet

muttered, "You know, sometimes I wonder, everything could start over, maybe

tightened his grip on her hand. "Don't

seemed to be happy. It was a world without