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The movers showed up at 6 PM sharp, just like Logan said they would. I didn’t own much, so it took them barely half an hour to clear out my old apartment. I asked about the furniture, but they told me the new place was fully furnished. And since I didn’t have any sentimental attachment to any of it, I let it go.
The only thing that mattered was a picture of my parents and me, tucked in the middle of my suitcase, hidden inside a bulky sweater.
By the time it was close to ten, I was already settled in the new apartment.
Logan had arranged a unit on the floor below his. A spacious three‑bedroom: master suite, office, and guest room. Tall windows with light grey drapes looked out over downtown LA, and the décor was all creams, wood, and soft grey tones. Elegant and warm, even if it
