Theodore's Pov
The apartment is quiet, spacious, and filled with natural light, exactly what I’ve been searching for. The floor to ceiling windows offer a view of the park below, trees swaying gently in the breeze, people walking dogs, kids playing. It’s peaceful, grounded. For the first time in a while, I feel like I can breathe.
I pace slowly through the open living space, picturing furniture, imagining waking up here, working here, making it my own. It’s perfect. Finally, a place that feels like home.
I’m just about to turn to the landlord and seal the deal when I feel my phone vibrate in my coat pocket. I pull it out absentmindedly, not expecting much, but then I see the name on the screen, and everything else around me stops.
Juniper.
I blink, making sure I’m not seeing things. I
