Zara
The smell of fresh linen and the unfamiliar softness of the mattress was the first reminders that I wasn’t in my apartment anymore.
I blinked sleep from my eyes and stared at the ceiling.
For a brief moment I did not remember where I was until I bent my head to look out the window.
Then I remembered I lived in a penthouse.
A quiet sigh escaped me as I sat up, pushing the duvet aside m. Sunlight poured through the windows, painting golden streaks across the wooden floor.
Today was officially my first day living here.
After showering and changing, into a pair of jean shorts and an oversized cream sweater, I tie my hair into a loose ponytail before leaving my room.
The hallway was silent.
I wondered if River was awake or still asleep.
As I reached the kitchen, somethin
