Chapter 2It was Friday, early in the evening. Everything was in order in the apartment.
Three months ago, when I’d stormed out of our loft that morning Nick had confessed to having an affair, I’d left all of my, our, whatever, furniture with Nick, so last month, I’d ordered a whole bunch of stuff from IKEA and charged it to his credit card.
I have to tell you, the whole place is horrendous, really. The apartment looks exactly like an IKEA showroom. Completely lacking in personality. My personality, at least. Sometimes I wonder if I should put wallpaper in my windows. You know, a poster of some city skyline or forest. And then I could put up pictures of strange families around the living room. Cardboard books in the bookcase.
Why stop there? I could order one of those lifelike dolls and
