Matias
The heavy and reinforced oak front door finally clicked shut with a solid, echoing thunk.The silence of the penthouse returned instantly, sweet and thick, punctuated by only the steady, rhythmic patter of rain lashing against the massive glass walls of the living room. It was as if the departure of our fathers had suddenly restored the atmospheric pressure of our apartment.I turned to Juniper. For about three seconds, she stood entirely still, her head tilted slightly toward the door as if to be absolutely sure the elevator was actually descending.Then, she let out a loud, victorious cheer, throwing her arms in the air.
"We did it!" she laughed, spinning around in her lavender dress, her combat boots clicking sharply against the dark hardwood floor. "We survived the double father
