For a moment I remained silent, but when I turned my head slightly and saw that it was Sebastian holding my neck, with a rather subtle gentleness, it was like his way of showing that he was there for me without being anything too intimate. The boxes were stacked in uneven towers, some precariously tilted, others perfectly aligned thanks to Kathe's obsession with order. The apartment smelled of fresh paint and dust, but beneath it all, the faint promise of a home lingered.
Mia collapsed to the floor, still clutching the wine bottle like a trophy. "Mission accomplished," she declared dramatically, her voice echoing in the empty room.
Kathe rolled her eyes, pushing her hair back from her face. "More like mission chaos. Half these boxes aren't even labeled."
Sebastian left the last piece of
