♥ Casey ♥
The apartment finally felt like ours. I stood in the doorway of the bedroom with my hands on my hips and took in everything one more time. The duvet was smoothed, the corners tucked under, the pillows fluffed and centered. The two frames above the headboard hung perfectly straight. I knew they were straight because I had checked them three times.
Once for the eye.
Once for the level app on my phone.
Once more for the part of my brain that refused to believe the first two checks.
I stepped closer and adjusted the photo on the left by a fraction anyway. It showed Lance and me at the beach last summer, hair full of salt and eyes squinting into the sun. I remembered that day so clearly. It was the first time I had said out loud that this felt like home. That he felt like home. T
