YULIA
Moving day felt strange, not because I was going back to university, but because I was leaving my father’s house for school. Again.
The last few weeks had become a rhythm I never expected to settle into so easily. Living with Kendrick and then coming home to familiar voices in the background had somehow become normal. Small moments that quietly stitched themselves into my routine without permission.
Now I stood in my room, surrounded by packed suitcases, watching reality settle in slowly. School was reopening, and as always, life was moving forward.
A knock sounded against my bedroom door.
“Come in!” I called out, glancing toward the door as I smoothed down the last of my packed suitcase.
The door opened, and my breath caught.
Kendrick stepped inside, dressed in a charcoal sui
