Anna stood with her back turned, peering through the large rectangular window that looked out on a park. “I guess it"s all right,” she said with a bob of her head. “But I"m still going to miss the old apartment.”
Jack forced a smile, staring down at the hardwood floor. He shut his eyes and shook his head. “You"re determined to hate this place,” he muttered. “Seems very un-Leyrian of you, don"t you think?”
She spun around with arms crossed, lifting her chin to glare at him. “You mean you like it here?” she asked, eyebrows rising. “Your old apartment was smaller, but you have to admit it had character.”
With a deep breath, Jack turned his face up to the ceiling. He squinted, thinking it over. “I don"t know…” he mumbled. “You haven"t lived there for over a year. I bet if we had stayed, the
