Zephyr's POV
After driving for what felt like days looking for the perfect apartment for us, we finally found the one. It was small but clean one bedroom with a tiny kitchen and a bathroom with a working shower.
"Is this okay?" Zane asked as he set down the bags. "I know it's not much, but it's safe. No one will find us here."
I nodded because my throat still felt too tight.
After four years of living in the basements and enduring the worst kind of trauma, I was in a normal apartment in a normal city with normal people living normal lives right outside the door. It didn't feel real.
"Zephyr?" Zane's hand touched my shoulder gently. "You're shaking."
"I'm okay," I managed.
"You're not okay, talk to me. Don't you like the place? We can go somewhere else if you don't feel safe here." H
