Jackson's heart raced as they approached her apartment building. It was a modest brick structure, nothing like the towering glass monstrosity he now called home. But something was charming about its simplicity, a warmth that his sterile penthouse lacked.
He stepped into the apartment, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. It was cozy, filled with plush throw pillows and potted plants that seemed to sprout from every available surface. The air smelled faintly of incense and something earthy – probably one of those essential oils yoga people always raved about.
As she busied herself with turning on lamps, his gaze wandered to the wall adorned with framed photos. Most featured Chloe in various yoga poses. But one picture in particular caught his eye.
It showed Chloe beaming at the camera, h
