(Reese)
By the time I stepped out of the bedroom again, the apartment felt colder than before.
Not physically.
Just different in a way I couldn't stop noticing anymore now that I knew what Noah's world actually looked like. Kane was still near the front door watching his phone while Noah stood near the windows with one hand in his pocket, attention moving between the street below and the reflection behind him.
Ethan looked up first when he noticed the bag in my hand.
“You packed fast.”
“I didn't exactly need much.”
That wasn't true.
I needed more than what fit inside one bag tonight. I needed time to think properly, and nobody in this apartment seemed interested in giving me any.
Noah looked toward me then.
His eyes dropped briefly to the bag before lifting back to my face again.
