No secret can stay forever.
***
Qeiza was standing like a statue in the middle of her apartment door. She was just going to work and seeing a strange view, not far from there. Ansel was sleeping curled up while holding both his knees—like a cold kitten—on the left side of the door.
Slowly Qeiza tiptoed closer to Ansel, reassuring that she didn’t see wrong. She couldn’t understand how Ansel ended up sleeping on the floor, outside of her apartment.
'He’s really nuts!'' Qeiza thought.
How could Ansel—who always upheld his dignity—visit his ex-wife’s residence and spend the night there like a guardian dog?
Qeiza sighed while shaking her head. For a moment she considered whether she had to wake him up or not. She looked around. That apartment corridor was empty.
“Ah, just let him sleep!”
