Chapter 4MickLina's ApartmentHer apartment was exactly the kind of place I would have guessed she lived in.Clean. Quiet. Thoughtfully arranged, like every small thing in it had been placed with care. And it smelled like her, something soft and faintly sweet that I couldn't name but recognized immediately, the way you recognize a song you haven't heard in years.I stood in the middle of her living room, still holding her in my arms. She had gone quiet against my chest, her arms looped loosely around my neck, her head heavy on my shoulder. Her breathing had slowed into something deep and even. Almost asleep, but not quite.I should have set her down and left.Instead, my eyes moved slowly around the room.The living room was simple,no clutter, no excess,but it had warmth to it. The kind of warmth that comes from a space that actually belongs to someone, not just somewhere they sleep. A small lamp cast soft light across the walls. A few plants sat near the window. And on one wall, ha
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