✽ Mandy ✽
When I opened the door to the top-floor apartment, it didn’t feel like the same place anymore. Two days ago, it had been bright and empty, clean in a way that made it feel like a hotel room. Now it looked lived in and warm. Like someone had taken the time to make it feel safe. The living room had a couch that actually looked comfortable, a rug that softened the floor, and lamps that made the light gentle instead of harsh. The curtains hung straight. The coffee table had rounded edges. Even the little key tray by the entrance made me breathe easier, like my keys finally had a home. I stood in the doorway for a second, taking it in. Jason walked in behind me and set a bag of takeout on the dining table.
“It’s done,” he said, like he was announcing a completed task.
“It’s…really
