Mag-log inMy fingerprint had never been given a permanent place in Haiden Buckley's smart lock. He always registered it as temporary access. Whenever he set it up again, he gave me the same reassuring promise. "Come by whenever you want. You're always welcome here." His words sounded generous, yet the result never changed. Whenever I returned to his house, the scanner rejected me with the same message—fingerprint not registered. That day was no different. I stood outside Haiden's front door, watching the scanner flash red after rejecting my fingerprint once again. After staring at it for a moment, I pulled out my phone and called him. Haiden answered almost immediately. His apology came easily, as though this were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. "Sorry. My friend was playing around with the lock yesterday and accidentally removed your fingerprint." He continued before I could respond. "Wait there for now. I'll register it again the next time I'm home." There it was again. Another promise for next time. My fingers tightened around my phone as memories of all the previous incidents returned. Two times ago, Haiden had blamed a system update for wiping out my access. Somehow, Kendall Hatfield's fingerprint had remained perfectly intact. Last time, he claimed the lock was faulty and that he needed to replace the entire control panel. But the truth had been much simpler. Kendall had casually remarked, "Keeping too many fingerprints in the system isn't safe." Soon afterward, mine had been removed. Haiden always had an explanation that sounded reasonable enough on the surface. Somehow, every convenient accident ended the same way. He gave Kendall exactly what she wanted, leaving her as the only woman with unquestioned access to his home. Haiden was still trying to reassure me over the phone. "Just stay there. I'll open the door for you when I get back." The call ended. A second later, a sharp click came from the other side of the door. I knew that sound. Someone inside had turned the deadbolt. Kendall knew I was right outside, yet she had deliberately locked the door anyway. I remained still for a few seconds before slowly getting to my feet. I brushed the dust from my pants and looked at the door one last time. 'Forget it. I don't want to go inside anymore.'
view moreEach week at work felt easier than the last, and before long, Zoe had become the closest friend I had made in Alderidge. One weekend, we went to see a live band together. We spent nearly two hours on our feet, singing along so loudly that neither of us had much of a voice left by the time the show ended. Afterward, we stopped at the late-night noodle place we had started visiting regularly. The owner recognized us as soon as we walked up. "Extra spicy for both of you again?" I replied, "Yeah." It was nothing important. Someone simply remembered how we liked our food. Somehow, that tiny bit of familiarity made Alderidge feel less like a city I had escaped to and more like somewhere I was beginning to belong. While we waited for our order, Zoe studied me for a moment. "You know, when you first got here, you looked like a cat someone had left out in the rain." I laughed at the comparison. "What about now?" She motioned vaguely toward my face. "It's your eyes. When you fi
It was nearly 10 p.m. by the time I finished work and left the office. The evening had turned cool, and my apartment was only about a fifteen-minute walk away. A few blocks into the walk, something occurred to me. Nearly a month had passed since Haiden had last crossed my mind. I tried to remember when I had thought about him before that evening. The only moment I could recall was from a shopping trip several weeks earlier, when I had come across a set of sheets that looked almost identical to the ones he used to have. I had stared at them briefly before choosing a completely different set. After that, there had been nothing. I had never deliberately tried to forget Haiden. Somewhere along the way, my life had simply become full enough that there was no longer much room for him in my thoughts.… Once I passed my probation period at the firm, I moved out of the studio and rented a larger apartment with a small balcony. One of the first things I bought for the new plac
By the end of my second week at the firm, I had started settling into a routine. That Friday evening, Zoe and I were crossing the lobby after work when I noticed someone standing near the glass entrance. It was Haiden. He wore a dark gray coat and looked as though he had been waiting there for some time. Zoe followed my gaze and lowered her voice. "Do you know him?" "Yeah. He's an old friend. You can go ahead." She gave me a quick nod without asking for an explanation and headed outside. I walked toward Haiden and stopped a few feet away. Seeing him there did not surprise me as much as I expected. There was no anger either. I simply felt calm. I asked, "What are you doing here?" "I came to apologize to you in person." His voice sounded rough and tired. "What exactly are you apologizing for?" Haiden opened his mouth, but no answer came. I watched him for a moment. "You can't even put it into words? Or did you really think showing up and apologizing would be eno
Monday morning marked my first day at the new design firm. Someone from HR walked me through the office, pointing out the restrooms, break room, emergency exits, and safety equipment before showing me to my desk. A woman with short hair occupied the workstation beside mine. She glanced over as I sat down. "Hey, you must be the new hire. I'm Zoe Marsh." "I'm Jane Calhoun." "Nice to meet you, Jane. Come have lunch with me later. I'll show you the places worth eating around here." I thanked her and settled into my chair. After placing my mug in one corner of the desk, I switched on the computer and waited for IT to finish setting up my account. Zoe soon slipped her headphones back on and returned to whatever she had been working on, humming quietly to herself. Nobody wandered over simply to study the new employee, but nobody treated me as though I were invisible either. People were friendly without being intrusive, and the comfortable distance between us felt surprisingly












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