The Last Three Days Chapter 2

I wiped my tears, forced a professional smile, and apologized: “I’m so sorry, we disturbed you…” Hearing me, her face turned even paler. Trembling, she finally entered the correct password and slammed the door shut with a bang. The hallway instantly fell silent.

I turned back to John. He slowly walked closer, the hallway so quiet that only his footsteps could be heard. He let out a weary sigh: “Let’s go inside.” Before I could react, he squeezed past me through the door, bringing with him a damp chill.

The apartment was a two-bedroom we’d bought together. The decor was exactly as we’d liked it back then. Ten years had passed, and I hadn’t changed a thing. Now, it was all outdated. John stood in the entryway, unmoving. The living room was a mess, exuding an air of neglect, just like me.

His brows were tightly furrowed. I thought he might show a hint of pity. But when he spoke, his words were as distant as ever.

“Mia, stop harassing me. We’re adults. Can’t we be civil? End things gracefully?”

No. I looked up, staring at him, and said with a touch of malice in my smile: “I’m about to die. What do I need civility for?”