Jacob drove to an antiquated apartment complex.
He had once called this place home for a span of two years and the security guard still retained vivid recollections of him. As his vehicle rolled into the premises, the guard extended a warm welcome, exclaiming, "Sir Jacob,welcome.”
Jacob acknowledged the greeting with a stoic nod.
Ascending the stairs, he unlocked a door, revealing an apartment spanning approximately 80 square meters, brimming with cherished memories of his time with Daphne.
During that period, his company teetered on the precipice of bankruptcy. The members of his family dwelled within this aging apartment, where Jacob’s mother would haggle at the market in pursuit of food that was about to go bad—because that was all they could afford.
Times were arduous
