Felicity Linden had never been fond of living by herself. The ironic thing was that for most of her adulthood, she'd done just that. When Alex had told her that she was moving in with Aaron, Felicity hadn't been surprised. But it would mean that, once again, Felicity would be on her own.
Felicity didn't mind her own company. It was more when it was dark, and she was lying in bed unable to sleep, that the creaks and groans and whistling winds made her paranoid. She tended to check the locks on her windows and doors twice, thrice, sometimes four times.
In her latest apartment—she couldn't afford the one she'd lived in with Alex on her own—she wished she hadn't caved to getting one on the first floor. It was too close to people.
With the birthmark that stained the left side of her face, Fe
