You moved after you discovered your husband was cheating on you, taking into account your pregnancy. You stayed at your mother's house for a few months, until you settled down and were able to move back to the city, where you rented a beautiful apartment near the beach, everything you wanted; peace with your daughter. You spent hours unpacking boxes, taking out furniture and decorations, spending time at the market.

Your daughter was in a baby carrier, it was adorable the way she laughed when you bent down, every moment with her was good, and you were slowly getting over everything, — That's when you heard the doorbell ring, and you wondered if it was the doorman or one of the building's security guards. As soon as you put down another box, you approached and opened it.

"Hi, I'm Ellie. Welcome to the condomini..." The woman's voice trailed off as she met your gaze, blinking her eyes slightly for a few seconds, before she cleared her throat, running her hand through her hair.

"I came to see if you needed any help, I heard the noises of the boxes in my apartment." She said with a little smile, then looking at the baby of a few months staring at her while biting her small hand.