Krystal's POV
The subway ride back to Queens felt like it lasted for an eternity and I kept looking over my shoulder at every stop because I was sure I saw men in dark suits watching me from the other cars, but I finally made it to my building and I practically fell through the front door of the apartment.
Mrs. Gable was in the kitchen stirring a pot of soup and she looked up with a hopeful expression that died the second she saw my face, because I was still wearing that ruined green dress and my eyes were probably swollen shut from crying in the elevator.
I didn't even say hello, I just walked straight to the closet and pulled out the old battered suitcase that had survived our move three years ago, and I threw it onto the bed with a heavy thud that made the springs groan.
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