~1,150 words | POV: Serena
I was on my way to look at an apartment.
I'd told myself it was practical. I had Sophia Corp back. I had a team, a plan, a direction. The contract had been built for a specific purpose, and that purpose was complete. The logical next step was to stop living in someone else's space and start building my own.
It's the right thing to do, I told myself, walking down the block in the thin winter light. Clean. Clear. No ambiguity.
The logical next step put his shoes outside my door every morning when he got back from his run. It knew I took my coffee with exactly one sugar, and made sure the kitchen was stocked with the specific brand of whole-grain toast I'd mentioned once in passing. It had stood beside me through the worst weeks of my life without asking for a s
