There were sheets of wood leaning against the wall outside one door. She presumed they were intended to become shelves, a wardrobe or some other unmade piece of furniture.
They had been there since she could remember. Collecting dust and never moving.
It was the same with nearly all of the other doorways. The same stickers had been curling of the glass for years, the same bikes loitered unused in the hallway, the same smells, sounds and people stayed hidden behind the walls.