I’m living in an apartment complex, at first something like the townhouses atop the hill, morphing into something more like the garden apartments with a central parking lot outside Baltimore.
We’re moving out or at least cleaning up, carrying stuff out to the dumpster.
I’m not sure who the “us” is, but soon it feels like just me, especially when body parts or something suspicious is found, say, under the front-door mat and then in strange corners within the house. Gotta clean ’em out before they start stinkin’. Into the dumpster, then, when nobody’s looking.
Early on, I’m trying to protect the chil’kins, not that I/we think she’s done anything but rather that she would be a prime suspect.
As this progresses, though, it’s my ex- who’s in question. For whatever reason, I’m still trying to help her, cover for her.
In either case, I’d be under heightened suspicion.
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