Feeling a heavy lump in her throat and overpowering rage at the sight of the parking lot, she hurried to connect her brain and remind herself that she had done everything in her power. She took revenge, paid for it in a peculiar way, and now it's her turn to work.

She touched the dusty, smooth curtains with her palm and walked on, running her fingertips over the light fabric. She touched the cold back of the leather sofa and stopped. It seemed that time was frozen, and all these dusty and cold things were quiet and were waiting for someone to return.

Straightening her back, she went to the...