Kyle's POV
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Carter blinked, her hands mid-reach toward the grocery bags. I looked over at Sam, who didn’t move right away. A beat passed, and it felt like we were all silently calculating who it could be.
“Katherine?” Carter asked, a hopeful lift in her voice.
“Most probably,” Sam said, setting down the items in her hands before moving toward the door.
I picked up the bags Sam left behind and then followed behind Carter as she wandered farther into the apartment, the door clicking shut behind Sam after she opened it. Sam's place was neat—too neat. It was almost like a showroom unit someone had tried too hard to make feel lived-in. The floors were dark wood laminate, polished to a mirror sheen. Pale cream walls gleamed under soft lighting, trimmed with mut
