I stood outside the front door of our apartment, key in hand, staring at the worn wood. It felt strange to be here again, as if the world had shifted in some invisible way while I’d been gone. The memories of this place hit me all at once.
The apartment smelled like dust and stale air. It had been untouched since the night of my father’s death. At least the police had done a good job cleaning up any evidence that suicide had taken place here.
Freedom was supposed to feel different.
I was beginning to wish I had taken the money Roman offered. Now that I was back in my childhood home, I realized we needed it now more than ever.
But I was still happy I stood up to that asshole.
Alice and I had to do a whole lot of cleaning, but the one good thing about this house was the fact that it bel
