There was no one inside.
With his arm around her shoulder, he stood at the doorway, quietly checking out the place.
It looked around eighty square meters, split into four small rooms - two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room.
The door to the main bedroom was open. You could see straight in: a twin bed made of bamboo and wood, topped with a faded mosquito net and neatly folded quilt inside. Two old pillows resting side by side. The guest room was also neat - clean bed, nothing on it, like it hadn't been used in forever.
The simple living room had just a square wooden table and two rattan chairs. A teapot and two teacups sat quietly on the table.
But the house was empty.
Near the back door, a lazy cat stretched out, half-asleep. Sensing strangers, it cracked an eye ope
