Chapter forty-eight

Dominco looked around the room while sitting on the chair,he didn't try to imagine how she had lived and raised a child in her tiny apartment,he had seen two space with bed each,

'maybe one was for Carl and the other hers'

He thought, getting on his feet to take a proper look still on just his short he went to the kitchen,her kitchen wares were few but he saw that the ones she had were the essential ones,humming as he walked around he opened the drawer,the first one contained cutleries,the second drawer contained napkins,

"Hmm"

Closing it and opening the last drawer that the kitchen table had there were rolling pins and trays in, Dominco didn't understand if the reason why she had few wares were because she didn't like cooking or she just couldn't afford them,he was a bit hungry he thought as she stood in front of her fridge,it was a normal size not too small not to big, holding the handle and opening the fridge he found out it was a bit empty,it just had a loaf of bread and some vege