Chapter 110: Monster From Work
Cameron's POV
"Sit down," she said, in the tone of someone for whom hospitality was not optional even for people arriving unannounced who may or may not be responsible for her household's recent professional disruption. She gestured toward the living room. "Please."
I went in because refusing felt worse than accepting.
The apartment was—it was not what I'd expected, and I kept arriving at that sentence and not knowing how to complete it. It was small. Not cramped, but small in the way of spaces that had been used efficiently for a long time, where everything had a place and the place had been chosen with thought. The furniture was old—genuinely old, not vintage-affected-old but old in the way of things that had been kept because they were good rather than
