Molly and I have settled back into our apartment. It was cleaned and made as good as before but the memories of what happened will never be gone and we’ve actually talked about moving into a new apartment since our lease will be up in January. Molly wants to move out as soon as possible, though, and our landlord has been understanding enough to not charge us a ton to break the lease.
Molly and I were scheduled to go look at apartments later today. She was still at work and the company we were using to help us find apartments was going to send over an agent to escort us to all of the places we’d selected. When I heard a knock at our door, I’d assumed it was the apartment escort but they were at least an hour and a half early; Molly wasn’t due back from work for another hour.
When I opened the door it felt like someone had punched me in the stomach.
“Oh my God.”