"And this’ll be your room from now on," Freya says as I step inside. Sophie stands beside her, stiff and awkward in what used to be my room.
"You can keep your clothes here, use the bathroom, and if the hot water’s acting up, you can use mine." She flits between the closet and the bathroom door, spins around and spots me, her lips curling into a bright, familiar smile.
"Grey," she calls, leaning her back against the door. "You’re back."
Sophie, who’d had her back to me, jumps like she touched a live wire. She whirls around, eyes wide, cheeks flushing crimson. She inches away like I’m holding a weapon.
My smile stiffens, but I keep it in place. The briefcase still hangs from my hand, tucked under the coat of my suit. "Thanks," I say to Freya, then to Sophie, "Hello, Sophie. I apologize
