Chapter 202

No one was more familiar with this minimalist style than I was. If I hadn't double-checked the apartment number before entering, I would even have believed that I had returned to the apartment from two years ago. The very apartment I had shared with Bruce. Gray curtains, a beige couch, and a black-and-white carpet. The colors were the same, and even the layout was identical. But I remembered the landlord saying that all the furniture from that apartment had been disposed of at the dump. Was this just a coincidence, then? "Nance, why are you just standing there?" Cindy saw me standing at the door in a daze and beckoned me in. "It's surprising, isn't it? Bruce had everything arranged before we moved in. From the necessities to the furniture, he took great care in selecting them." So, Bruce had arranged this? I stiffly pushed past Cindy, not responding to her. "Where are the ingredients?" Disappointment flashed in Cindy's eyes. She seemed upset that I hadn't reacted to her words