When Keenan pulled into the underground parking lot, I felt like I could breathe a sigh of relief. It was home. It felt like home. Knowing Marek wasn’t there didn’t make it feel like a victory, but there was still something to coming back to where we lived together. Keenan helped me out of the car, and we made our way over to the elevators.

“Can you do me a favor?” I handed his phone back to him.

“Of course.”

I smiled at his immediate reply. “There is a package coming for me in a ...