The dimly lit room reeked of alcohol, cluttered with dirty clothes and discarded snack wrappers. The table at the center of the room was filled with empty bottles of alcohol, empty cartons of pizza, numerous cards, phones, and multiple pictures of a woman.
Jeremy sat on the sofa, silence engulfing the room except for the swirling sound of his ceiling fan.
On the wall behind him was a framed picture of a woman, the same woman whose pictures lay on the table, all candid shots of her laughing, frowning, biting her nail while looking out of a café window. None of which was taken with her knowledge.
His fingers glide across the screen of his phone, typing again with another contact.
‘ I went to your apartment and was told you no longer live there. Did you change your apartment because of me
