Mrs. Rowan shook her head gently. "I can't… seeing her belongings will only make me remember that poor woman all over again."
The sadness in her eyes was so clear that it made my chest tighten. Who would've thought the person who mourned my death the most was my apartment manager, not the people who met me every day at work?
"Okay…" I whispered, giving her a small smile. "Thank you for the key."
When I reached the sixth floor, I saw the police tape dangling loosely in front of my door. It looked like Mrs. Rowan really hadn't stepped foot here again because it would hurt too much, and since most of the tenants in this building were very private, no one bothered to take down the tape.
I sighed as I pulled the tape away. What was the point of the police searching my apartment if they still ended up closing my case as a simple suicide?
