Willow
"Mom, this is like the 100th apartment we've been to, and it's still no good. I'm tired," Cami groans, throwing her head back against the wall behind her, and I glance at the real estate agent who is still going on and on about the perks of living in this two-bedroom apartment that feels more like a shoebox.
It's only the fourth apartment we've been to since we started our hunt just after brunch at the diner, but just like the first one, it's not the one.
"I know, baby," I murmur in response, caressing her head softly as she leans against my side before turning to the agent.
"Uhm, Malik, why don't we call it a day?" I say, and he turns, blinking in surprise.
"Sure, Ms Rose, but I was hoping to show you the last apartment on my list for today; it's not very far from your workpla
