Credence unlocked the door with his fingerprint and walked into the large living room with heavy steps. He walked along the corridor and went towards the guest room.

The closer he got to the carved door, the slower his footsteps were.

He walked alone in the empty corridor, and suddenly, he wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm his disordered heartbeat.

He knew that it was impossible for Dorothy to appear in the room, yet he still had a ridiculous illusion, as if nothing had happened between Dorothy and him, and that they had never divorced. Even though their relationship was cold, their bodies were still close.

As for Dorothy,...