Maya
I opened the door to Nate’s apartment, and I almost fell into boxes. I stood up and looked around, noticing the stack of boxes everywhere in the lobby, randomly placed. Couldn’t he put them right? But how much stuff did he have? It wouldn’t have entered my apartment at all.
I sighed and tried to pass the boxes before entering the kitchen with the bags.
I had an hour before Nate came home, and, as he told me himself, he would come straight here with Axel because that day he had decided to take him to the office with him because my child had been the devil when Nate had tried to leave him at my parents' house. So he was forced to take him to work.
With Axel’s excuse, I could talk to him more today, asking him if he would come home for dinner, and he told me that he preferred to fix
