By the time Zara walked into the apartment, exhaustion had settled deep into her bones, pulling at every muscle, every thought, making her movements sluggish as she kicked the door shut behind her. She could already hear Lucy moving around in the kitchen, the sound of a spoon clinking against a pot, the unmistakable scent of something rich and savory filling the air.
It had been a long day.
Too long.
She barely had the energy to form a coherent thought, let alone deal with the mess still swirling in her head from the night before.
All she wanted was a shower and sleep.
That was it.
She dropped her keys on the small table by the door and toed off her shoes, letting out a slow exhale as she finally allowed herself to relax.
Lucy poked her head around the corner, a smirk already in pla
