I woke up in a good mood. During the night, I’d heard Maxim return and gently kiss my cheek. Stretching lazily, I opened my eyes—and froze.
I shot upright and spun my head around, not understanding what was happening.
I was in my old apartment.
What followed made even less sense. Maya walked into the room and, with a satisfied smile, started rummaging through the wardrobe.
“Maya? What are you doing here?”
She turned toward me, her eyes widening.
“Did you hit your head or something? I have a job interview at a new café today. I need clothes—that’s why I came in. We share this wardrobe, remember?”
Now I was completely lost. What was going on?
I looked myself over from head to toe to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
“How did he let you go?” I asked.
“Who?” my friend replied calmly.
“Wh
