I woke up the next morning, immediately feeling disgusted at how dirty and sticky my body felt. This was the first time Christopher hadn’t helped clean me up. I sleepily reached out for him, my heart lurching when my hand touched cold, empty sheets instead.

 

Shouldn’t communication be key to solving any problem? This was not going to work out if Christopher was so adamant about not talking to me and hearing me out.

 

of bed, I went to the closet and dug out the outfit I’d bought for him last time, setting it out on a chair for him. He’d always

when I heard the door opening. “I picked out your

as he took out another set of clothes from the

be coming home for a

out of my daze and ran out after him, all I could see was the

my chagrin, a middle-aged woman also standing inside had

 

end, I couldn’t muster up the courage to get into

home, the sight of the large, empty room made me rethink my decision. Why didn’t I get into that elevator?

had been a gift from Christopher, who had bought it secretly using my identification documents. Whenever I found myself in danger, he was the one who lent me a helping hand. Why am I

 

the midst of organizing documents and files. She was a hardworking and serious young woman who always helped me out whenever I ran into difficulties at

when she spotted me walking in with breakfast. “That looks delicious! Can

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