By the time they reached the apartment, Abigail’s steps had grown faintly uneven, though she tried to mask it with her usual calm. Her fingers trembled ever so slightly as she searched for the right key. It took her longer than usual to slot it into the lock, but at last, the door gave way with a soft click.
Trina burst through the threshold the moment it swung open with her duffel bag bumping over the entryway. She stopped dead just a step inside, her mouth falling open.
“Abi!” Her voice rose in disbelief, echoing against the bare walls. “This is… this is huge!”
Her eyes darted everywhere at once, taking in the clean white walls, the polished wooden floor, the faint smell of fresh paint still clinging to the air. “And it’s spotless! And it even smells new!”
Before Abigail could say a
