I jiggled my keys in the lock and walked inside the apartment.
I immediately had to take off my jumper; the temperature was stifling and I was already breaking a sweat. I briefly checked the air conditioner remote near the front door.
It was 37 degrees celsius in here, probably 30 degrees hotter than outside. I quickly took if my coat and boots, still hot, and turned the temperature down to 20.
I then heard a moan from somewhere inside the apartment.
"Olivia?" I called, opening the fridge and grabbing a snack. I chewed on a few berries and walked to the bedroom. "Liv?"
She moaned again. The noise was coming from the bathroom, so I headed that way.
I opened the door, but it hit something before it could go all the way. It was still hot in here, and I wiped my forehead. I pushed it harder, only to hear a quiet scream.
"Olivia? Let me open the door!"
"I-I'm behind it." She sobbed. "Tim, it h-hurts."
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