Kelly's POV
The weekend felt a bit too long because by Sunday morning I had already cleaned my apartment twice. The countertop was wiped down, the laundry folded and the bed sheets changed.
I stood in the middle of my living area staring at the space like it belonged to someone else, like I had stepped into a staged apartment and forgotten why I was there. I realized suddenly that there was nothing left to fix, and that was a problem.
I told myself I deserved rest. I had been working nonstop for weeks, anyone would be tired. Anyone would feel strange once the noise stopped. That was the logical explanation, and I clung to it because the alternative was admitting I was restless for a reason I didn’t want to name.
I checked my phone again, and there were no messages.
But I hadn’t expe
