When I took out the key to open the entrance cabinet, my fingertips first touched the unopened bottle of pure milk - the dent on the bottle was facing me. This is a quirk I discovered last week. I always turn the dent to the side to avoid scratching my fingers when opening the door. Why did it change its position? The hair on my hair stood up...
Who is it, who has entered my home, and what is he going to do?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
