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Lisa
1 day since finding grace
She was tired. Very, very tired. Not too tired to say yes when Emery offered—bashfully—his apartment to her.
“I can sleep on the futon. It’s small, but it’s … quiet.”
Meaning not full of parents and relatives. Yes.
She was too exhausted to do more than snap her seatbelt shut before she fell asleep against the window.
“We’re here. Lisa?”
“’Kay,” she murmured.
Emery’s apartment was one big room with a loft bed and a kitchen in what must have once been a closet. He hadn’t been expecting company: clothes were draped over both kitchen chairs, and a trunk stood open, spilling what appeared to be coils of rope into the room, as if he’d set them aside while digging for something else.
“It’s not much, but it’s better than sharing a house with a bunch of p
