♥ Brendan ♥
The first time I saw the loft, it was empty. No boxes. No plants. Just bare floors, tall windows, and dust in the light. I had tried to imagine Alice here then, but it had felt like a picture from someone else’s life. Now I stood in the doorway with a box in my arms and watched her cross the space that was officially hers.
“Ours,” she corrected as she shot me a look. “Even if you technically still lived across town,”
“You are very generous,” I teased. She laughed as I set the box down near the kitchen.
“Put the next one by the stairs,” she said. “Those are the books,” we had been going up and down all morning. My car and the rented van had made trip after trip from her cottage to Asher Valley. The loft had gone from empty to cluttered. Bubble wrap and cartons were everywhe
