Moxie's POV
Later that week, true to my words, Quince and I went apartment hunting.
The first apartment had looked perfect on paper. That was the thought sitting in the back of my mind as I stood in the middle of the living room, arms loosely crossed, slowly turning in place while trying to picture something that wasn’t quite forming the way I wanted it to. The space was clean, polished, almost too put together, with bright white walls and large windows that let in more light than most places we’d seen so far, but something about it still felt… off. Not bad, just not mine.
“You’re doing that thing again,” Quince’s voice cut in from behind me, light but knowing.
“What thing?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at her as she leaned casually against the doorway, watching me like she’d al
