Standing in front of my apartment building, I couldn’t help but release a long, slow breath. "Home... at last," I muttered softly, more to myself than to the others. The sight of the place was like a comforting embrace, and I let myself linger on that feeling, relishing in the familiarity and warmth the building offered me. To anyone else, it might have looked like just another structure in a sea of apartments, but to me, it was much more. This place was my sanctuary, my refuge, and a part of me that no one truly understood, it was a place where I got to be me and not have to act like anyone else.
Mary, Martin, and Jackson had followed me from the car and were now standing beside me, each of them observing my apartment with what seemed like mild curiosity. They hadn’t been here before, an
