As if hearing my inner monologue, Dexter suddenly looked up and gazed at the empty room, the place where I used to live.
It was so empty, as if no one had ever lived there.
Ironically, Lana had everything that I didn’t.
“Carrie, are you here? I can feel your presence,” Dexter muttered, lost and disoriented.
He sat down in my room.
Anita, the housekeeper, came up and sighed.
“Dexter, restrain your sorrow. Carrie cared about you so much.
“When you got drunk, she prepared the sobering soup and oatmeal for you.
“And those eye protection things on your desk, too.
