[next day]
A week later, the scent of fresh paint still clung faintly to the air in their new apartment, a welcome change from the musty hotel room. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating boxes still waiting to be unpacked, yet a sense of calm was slowly settling in.
“A breath of fresh air” Camellia murmured, almost to herself.
But Amy was beaming.
“ See, I did a good job… a perfect place for us,” Amy said, spinning slowly in the middle of the room like a child seeing snow for the first time.
For the first time in days, Camellia’s lips curved into a genuine smile. “Yeah. You did great.”
“Of course,” Amy said, a whirlwind of energy surged through her as she started unpacking and both girls set to do the job.
Amy was quick to embrace the city. She already knew which
