The next day, shoe boxes filled the apartment lobby. There were 10 pairs, from handmade leather shoes to sneakers, all in my size. I sent every one back.
On my way downstairs, I ran into Alex coming to collect them.
"Why did you accept Noah's shoes but not mine?"
"He only sent one pair." I pressed the button to open the front door.
He followed me. "Then I'll give you one pair too."
I looked back at him. "Too late."
Noah leaned against the steps, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
Alex shot him a cold look. "Enjoying yourself?"
Noah held up two fingers. "2–0. Wouldn't you be smug if you were ahead?"
"She had the soup I made last night," Alex said.
Noah laughed. "So did every nurse working with her."
Alex added calmly, "She had two bowls."
Noah stopped laughing. I almost did to
