Chapter 110

The room is neat, with no visible sign of anything that is mine, nor our earlier antics and bed messing, and I take a minute to look in the cupboard doors to check. See where all my belongings have disappeared to.

Alexi has a lot of storage, all concealed in this space, and I can see all his suits, shirts and such neatly lined up inside the far end. Shoe rack, tie rack, belts, trousers. It’s all contained in less than half of the space even though he has an impressive amount of clothes, whereas mine is less than that on this side and looks practically empty.

Moving around all the time meant I had not spent a lot of time gathering belongings, shoes and clothes. My things look sparse, but all accounted for. Every time I fled, I got rid of or sold what I could, and it has been a slow build to a decent wardrobe again. I guess more closet space is an advantage, though. There’s room to grow and three sets of shoe racks crying out for some Louis Vuitton additions should I end u