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SERENAThe hospital in Miami felt strange the moment I walked in, and it was far too big. The waiting room was bright and clean and filled with soft background music. The chairs were arranged in neat rows with little tables between them that held outdated magazines and pamphlets about prenatal vitamins and newborn care. I sat near the window with my purse resting on my lap and my hands folded over it, watching people walk past the glass doors outside while my foot tapped lightly against the floor.I kept telling myself that this was a routine checkup, and nothing to panic about.But still, my stomach felt tight in that restless way it always did whenever I walked into a medical building now, because too much had happened too fast over the past few months and my body hadn’t caught up with the idea that some days were allowed to be quiet and uneventful again.“Serena Hale,” a nurse called.I stood carefully, adjusted my bag on my shoulder, and followed her down the hallway.The exam ro

ADRIANRecovery did not feel like recovery at all. It felt like I was dragging my body through hell every single day, and more often than not I found myself concentrating on not screaming from the pain more than anything else. I kept trying to forget about the surgery, but it was hard when every tiny movement reminded me that I’d been cut open and stitched back together whether I had wanted it or not. I told myself repeatedly that I was fine, that the doctors had cleared me and that I could go back to work. I kept telling myself that sitting still would only make things worse, but even as I walked through the lobby that morning I knew I was lying to myself again.The office smelled the same, like coffee, polished floors, and expensive air freshener that someone had once said was a huge waste of money (until we stopped using it and the office started smelling like a hospital). I hated that I noticed the smell. I hated that my body remembered this place better than my mind did, like m

SERENAI stared at Lily for longer than was polite, my keys still hanging uselessly from my fingers, my body frozen in that strange in-between where nothing had technically gone wrong yet but everything already felt off. She stood there with her suitcase beside her, shoulders slightly hunched, eyes darting around my apartment like she was bracing herself for rejection.“I’m so sorry,” she said, staring sheepishly at the floor. I shouldn’t have dropped in on you like this. I just didn’t know how to reach you, and when I came and saw that you weren’t around, I had to sit and wait for you. Sorry.”"H…how did you find me," I asked finally, my voice coming out quieter than I meant it to. "I didn't give anyone my address."She swallowed and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I didn't stalk you or anything," she said quickly. "I swear. I just... overheard that you’d you’d quit Knight Enterprises and left New York, so I had to try and find you."“We shouldn’t be having this conve

SERENALiving with Lily settled into something quiet and oddly functional faster than I expected, mostly because she stayed out of my way. Truth be told, it didn’t even feel like she was here most of the time. After the first few days, I even forgot that she was here sometimes. She spent most of her time in her room with the door shut and her headphones on, her light off even during the day, only emerging when she needed food or water. We crossed paths in the kitchen in short and slightly awkward moments, both of us polite and guarded, neither of us trying too hard. It helped that she paid for half the rent without blinking, transferring the money like it meant nothing to her, which I knew it probably didn't. She was loaded, and she didn't try to hide it or use it as leverage, and that made it easier to accept.I didn't ask her questions she didn't offer answers to, and she didn't pry into my life either, and that unspoken agreement kept the apartment calm. Some mornings I forgot she

SERENAI got back to the apartment late, later than I planned, the hallway lights already dimmed to their nighttime setting, the building quiet in a way that always made me walk slower. I unlocked the door carefully, holding my keys so they wouldn’t jingle too loudly, and stepped inside without turning the lights on right away.The television was on.Not loud. Just loud enough that I noticed it wasn’t supposed to be there.I took two more steps into the apartment and then stopped.Lily was curled up on the couch with someone.They were close. Not sitting side by side in a polite way, but folded into each other, her legs tucked under her, her head resting against his chest, his arm draped around her shoulders. The movie on the screen played on, some romantic comedy by the look of it, but neither of them was watching. They were whispering, smiling, fully inside their own little space.I cleared my throat.“Hey.”Lily startled and lifted her head too fast, like she’d been asleep. The guy