As Amelia walked closer to her apartment, her suitcase rolling behind her. The quiet hallway felt strangely hollow. Familiar, but colder somehow. Like time had passed here differently while she’d been gone.
She paused at the door, hand hovering over the handle before she finally turned it.
The apartment was exactly as she’d left it—immaculate, stylish, and sterile in a way that always made her feel like a guest instead of a resident. A vase of fresh lilies sat on the console table. Brad’s doing, no doubt.
He was waiting in the living room, sitting on the edge of the couch with a book in hand, but he wasn’t reading. He looked up the moment the door opened, relief flooding his face.
“You’re back,” he said, rising to his feet.
Amelia nodded, closing the door behind her. “Yeah. Flight lan
