ANDY
By the time I left Kane Cycle Works, the sun was already setting.
Dad had given me a key before I left, telling me that my new apartment was waiting for me at Tom's Hardware. I remembered the name from when I was younger, but I'd always been more interested in the motorcycles outside the hardware shop than the apartments above it.
Now, one of those apartments was mine.
I turned the key in the lock and stepped inside.
My father said the place was cleaned and ready, but I didn’t expect it to feel so welcoming.
The apartment was small but clean. Fresh paint covered the walls, the floors shined, and a simple sofa faced the TV in the living room. There was enough to make the place feel like home.
It was nothing like the house I had shared with Gideon.
There was no fancy furniture o
