MadisonWe stepped inside. The apartment was beautiful, all exposed brick and high ceilings, the kind of space that screamed Manhattan money but felt surprisingly warm. "Shoes off, baby," I reminded Ethan. He kicked off his sneakers, leaving them in a pile by the door before racing toward the living room. "Can I play with your books?" "They're on the shelf by the window," Hazel called after him. I followed Hazel into the kitchen, where Oliver stood at the stove, spatula in hand, looking entirely too serious about whatever he was making. "Madison." He turned, his smile genuine. "Good to see you. Coffee? Tea? Something stronger?" "Coffee would be great." "Coming right up." He gestured at the espresso machine. "Hazel insisted we get the fancy one. Said regular coffee wasn't good enough anymore." "It's not fancy, it's quality," Hazel corrected, hopping onto the counter. "There's a difference." Oliver rolled his eyes, but his expression was fond. I settled onto one of the barsto
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