I pulled into the small parking area outside Kyra’s building and shifted the car into park. The engine hummed low before settling into silence.
For a second, neither of us moved.
This place was familiar to her. Home.
To me, it was just another reminder that she was stepping back into a life she’d been pulled away from.
Kyra unbuckled slowly beside me.
“Feels weird being back.”
I glanced over at her and nodded. “I get that.”
I pushed open my door and stepped out.
“Come on. Let me help you.”
By the time she made it around the car, I already had the trunk open.
“I can carry something,” she said.
I grabbed her duffel and the tote bag anyway.
“Just take your purse.”
She rolled her eyes a little but didn’t argue.
Good.
The hallway smelled exactly how apartment hallways always smel
