Chapter 217 2

• Chapter 2
• I nod and say nothing, and then he follows me to my room so I can pack a bag. I’m keenly aware of what this apartment must look like to him, as we enter the dingy bedroom beside the kitchen. I see it through his eyes. The scuffed pink walls, the closet door hanging on its hinges, the worn-out single bed. He doesn’t say anything but I see his eyes scanning, taking it all in. It’s such a shithole here. Not at all the kind of accommodation Xavier Rochat is accustomed to.
• He leans against the doorframe as I grab handfuls of my clothing from the warped, secondhand dresser and shove them into my old hockey bag.