As soon as Silver heard the state of the apartment complex, she couldn't help but vent, "Gosh, this block is a dumpster fire! Trash everywhere, it stinks to high heaven. Doesn't anyone care about cleanliness here? And look at these walls, all grimy, and the railings covered in dust. Probably never seen a cloth in their lives..."
Roseanne glanced at her watch, realizing they were running late. Seeing that there wasn't much of an issue, she had no interest in sticking around for more complaints. So, she just walked off.
Silver watched the girl's retreating figure, her lips curving into a smirk.
That sensation of being ignored just intensified.
She looked up, noting several more flights of stairs, all equally daunting...
Taking a deep breath and gritting her teeth, Silver resigned herself to the climb, her high heels clicking against the steps. As she ascended, she continued to grumble, "Leaving a perfectly good condo to rent this rundown hole... Absolutely maddening..."
Finally reaching the seventh floor, Silver fumbled for the spare key and let herself in.
Owen was out, probably at the lab by this time.
She did a quick tour. The living room was spotless, and it was clear only one person lived here.
She even checked the floor, not a single long hair in sight.
Silver puzzled over this: Maybe she was overthinking things?
Heading to the kitchen to retrieve the lunchbox she had brought over the other day, she froze.
On the kitchen counter, there was only one lunchbox.
Just one.
The other was missing.
Definitely given to someone else.
Something was up!
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