Kelly’s POV
I unlocked the door to my studio apartment, and the familiar scent of faintly stale coffee and old carpet hit me like a wave.
As usual, the space was small, my bed against the far wall, a narrow kitchen counter with a single-burner stove, and my desk shoved into the corner beside a window that never seemed to let in enough sunlight.
But even in its cramped state, it was home. Or at least, it had been until I left for Boston.
Before I could step fully inside, the music hit me, blaring, upbeat, and entirely too loud for someone who had just returned from an exhausting train ride.
My eyes widened as I saw Hope, standing across the tiny futon that barely managed to squeeze into the room, throwing pillows like confetti and dancing barefoot to the beat. She froze mid-step whe
