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Hailey
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“It’s not much, but I call it home,” Ransom said as he held the door for me. We were on the second floor of an older brick apartment building. One that wasn’t much different than my own.
I glanced nervously back down the hallway one last time before stepping inside of his apartment. I was both relieved and apprehensive about being there. I didn’t think it would take much for Jordan to find out where Ransom lived.
I set my duffel bag near the door. Behind me I heard the click of the lock, followed by the sound of the deadbolt.
“This looks perfectly fine to me. Anyway, I’m so tired right now, I can barely see straight,” I replied, staring at his living room, which was slightly bigger than my own. The kitchen was blocked off by a wall, but there was a small dining roo
