Kim shouldn’t have agreed to viewing an apartment. She wants a house. But every one she’s seen reminded her of her childhood home in some way. Three times, she’s picked up the phone to cancel the appointment. Each time, she put it down before anyone answered.
So here she is, entering with the estate broker. He gives her the tour and rattles off his sales spiel. Kim’s not listening. Her heart’s racing, her breathing’s speeding up. She walks straight out onto the huge balcony. What a view. And not a memory in sight.
‘Yes,’ she says. ‘This is the one.’