I live on a small country acreage and as I am frequently alone, I am religious about double locking my doors...so much so, that, on the weekends, I often accidentally lock my husband out while he is doing yard work.
A few months ago, on a day I was rushed to get to a meeting, I could not find one of the dogs to bring him in. Finally I got him inside, and I was flustered as I left. I came home to find that I had left the door... open.
I have thought of this incident in my life from the start. Everyone who knows me would say I am obsessive about locking doors. But in that chaotic moment...
Greg had a bit of a commotion getting started on his journey. Did he run back to the apartment to get the cables to jump-start the car or to make a call to get assistance from the neighbor? Then run out to start the car...and just leave?
Did VT , bored and at loose ends, find the door open and the apartment available to him as he was poking around outside? Did he decide to look around the bedroom, start rummaging through her things? Was he taking JY's underwear as a sexual "memento" when she came home and , as she settled in...suddenly, there they were, face to face?