Mara's POV
She found the apartment listings before she admitted to herself why she was looking at them.
It started two days after Dorothy's visit, late at night, unable to sleep, scrolling on her phone in the dark of the guest room with Ethan one floor below — the same man who had held her at her mother's grave a week ago and said I think I'm already there like it was the easiest true thing he'd ever said. She told herself she was just looking. Just curious. Just keeping her options open, the way a sensible person did, the way Priya was always telling her to — always have an exit, Mara, even from the good things.
By the third night she had saved four listings and read each of their full descriptions twice. By the fifth night she had emailed one of the agents to ask about viewing times,
