(Avery’s Thoughts)

I’ve been walking back and forth at the entrance of our apartment building. I can’t come up with a decision for a certain thing.

“Should I tell him or not? What’s the need to tell him when I won’t be seeing him ever again,” I bite my fingers still unable to decide.

The superintendent has been watching me, and maybe, he’s feeling dizzy following my movement.

I take a deep breath, slap both my cheeks, fix my clothes and exercise smiling, “Okay, let’s go for don’t tell him, not needed decision,” I exclaim. “Here I go!”

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Jeff isn’t in the living room or even in the kitchen...