Chapter 3
Elijah
A week later
The inside of her apartment looked nothing like the outside of the building. It was clean, neat, everything perfectly set in its place. There was not a speck of dust to be found anywhere. The furniture was old and better suited to be burned than used, but the cotton sheets she had draped over it hid most of its horrendous appearances.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been in the bachelor-sized apartment. I had stalked around the bedroom, living room, and kitchen, all in one tiny open space, numerous times before. I knew exactly where the filigree wallpaper had blanched from the sun shining through the only window in the apartment, and stared at the pattern, tracing a fingertip along the intricate curves. It must have taken her hours to glue the torn wallpaper
