Jane’s POV:

Looking out through the window, I see people running around to get to their jobs or daily labor. Even the ones from the apartment are heading out, but no one has the time to stop and say hello. None of them do, unless they have something they need.

I wouldn’t have cared if it was the usual me, but today, I’m going to step out of the flat and the building after going through chickenpox for the past seven days.

Amber, the talkative maid, brought a coffee and a green tea. Naturally, I