HELDAWhen I step into the lobby, I’m surprised to find it oddly quiet.

It’s too quiet.

The kind of silence that makes you aware of your own breathing.

My flat heels echo against the tiled floors as we walk further inside.

The building smells fresh and new. The smell of fresh paint and clean tiles filters through my nostrils.

Everything still seems new.

No memories yet.

Just space.

Bodie’s hand is still wrapped tightly around mine. Halle stirs in his arms but her eyes remain closed. She ...