#Chapter320
I wander over to it, realising it’s much deeper and larger than it looked, and finger the array of novels and bric-a-brac nestled here on the built-in bookcase, filled with very Alexi things. Thrillers, spy books, psychological novels and framed pictures of those Alexi holds closest. All suggesting this apartment is truly where he spends time and calls it home. It’s a hidden piece of his bolthole and some of the items resemble the kind of things he keeps there. Sentimental little things, random, eclectic statues, books, trinkets and my hand hovers over a picture of me.
