Chapitre 46: Chapter 14 - Giovanni (5)

She's tiny in my arms and barely weighs anything despite having finished her pizza earlier. And I'm hating myself for worrying about her nutrition. What the fuck?

Internally groaning, I walk down the hallway of the basement. From the stairs that lead here, it doesn't have a door right away. The hallway is dimmed and looks to be about twenty-five feet down to the door at the end of it. There are pipes, broiler, and electrical wirings to my left and a small blind spot to my right halfway through the hallway that's nothing but a space that would fit a washing machine or something—by the looks of the sealed water pipe on the wall—opposite to a bolted door to my left. I assume this must've been the owner's old basement, converted to a rented apartment.

Reluctantly, I set Malia down in front of the apartment's door, keeping a hand on her waist to keep her steady. "Keys?"

"In my purse," she slurs.