I went straight to my apartment.
It was small—just one tiny room divided into a kitchen, a cramped bathroom, a bedroom, and a barely-there sitting area. The walls were dull, the furniture mismatched, but it was home.
I prepared Leon’s soup first, making sure it was just the right temperature before heading out to Tracy’s place to get him.
When she opened the door, her eyes widened in surprise.
“Ariella? I thought you wouldn’t be back until later tonight. Doesn’t your shift end at eight? What are you doing here?”
I forced a small smile. “Yeah… I just felt bad leaving Leon by himself.”
Tracy scoffed playfully. “He was with me, silly.”
“Yeah, I know. But he’s sick… and I just felt bad, so I asked to come back and take care of him.”
She shrugged. “Okay, that’s fine.”
Tracy and I were
