She's looking at him, so she sees the way that his face falls when he steps through the door and sees that everything is gone. The room is imposing, huge without things in it. Alex thinks that the whole apartment that she grew up in could probably have fitted in just this room with space to spare.

"...Darrow shit," she says, squeezing his hand. "Babe, I'm sorry." Of course this place wouldn't just give Black Elm back to him; of course there'd have to be some kind of trick to it.