I paid the fare, got out of the cab, went upstairs, and took out my keys.
I gently pushed the door open.
The curtains in the living room had been pulled back, letting sunlight spill across the room.
On the TV, some romance drama I could not understand was playing.
Shay was sitting on the couch, holding her phone to her ear and listening.
Every now and then, she replied with a few voice messages.
The whole time, there was a faint smile on her lips.
She did not notice at all that I had been standing in the doorway for several minutes.
"Shay."
Hearing my voice, she turned her head in panic.
Then she instinctively flipped her phone facedown on the coffee table, forcing a stiff smile.
"You got home fast."
Home?
Looking at this place that had once felt so familiar, yet now felt so s
