Emmy's college, sometime in the past…
In an apartment not too far off the campus, furniture that gave off the wealth of its occupant and the fragrance of minty perfume filled the room. There were a few bottles, and by few, four empty bottles of alcohol sat on the center table in the living room.
A lady's purse was on the sofa, her slippers on the floor, and the house seemed empty at first glance. But when one went down the corridor into the first room, the voices of two people, one male and the other female, could be heard conversing.
"I find it hard to understand you sometimes," Ann muttered. She shifted under the bedsheet, her hand held up to her chest, while Van lay back on the pillow, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
