Elaris's POV
By evening, the apartment no longer felt unfamiliar.
It still wasn't home not yet but it no longer felt like someone else's place either.
The dishes were where I wanted them.
My books filled the shelves.
The curtains danced gently whenever the evening breeze slipped through the open window.
For the first time in weeks...
I wasn't thinking about Evren every second.
The thought surprised me.
Maybe it was because I'd been too busy unpacking.
Or maybe...
A change of place really did make a difference.
I smiled faintly to myself before glancing at the clock.
The doctor had encouraged light walks whenever I felt strong enough.
Considering I'd spent almost two weeks either crying, sleeping, or sitting inside four walls...
A walk didn't sound like a bad idea.
I changed
