*Chapter Eight: Downstairs**
Moving to Nick's estate wasn't possible according to the doctors, and honestly, I breathed easier knowing I would never stumble into Jessica in the home she once lived in. The familiarity of our building, our routines, Dr. Chen two blocks away — it was the right call medically. I told myself that. I believed it.
But that didn't last long as I saw a big truck outside my window.
I stand at the glass with my coffee going cold in my hand and watch them unload his life onto my street.
My street. My building. My neighborhood, that I chose, that I carved myself into over six years of early mornings and harder nights and never once looking back at Silver Moon territory.
And there is Nicholas Blackwood on the sidewalk below me in dark jeans and a jacket, hands in h
