The real estate agent knocked at the door for quite a long time. We could hear the muffled sounds of people talking to each other, followed by noises of heavy objects being shifted in a hurry, landing with loud thumps. The agent smiled nervously and knocked again.
"Hi, we are here for our appointment." I tried again to meet my ex"s gaze, hoping to communicate the slight panic in my chest. Still, my ex"s attention was now on the large open garage door, showing the smooth concrete floor, a few shelves, and a washer and dryer unit pushed against the wall. Three red steps led to the entrance to the kitchen. My mind was now swirling with memories of the American horror movies dubbed in Portuguese that I had watched in the safety of my childhood home, where my parents were one scream away from
