The next morning, Chloe moved quietly around her apartment, her hands full of clothes, bags, and little belongings she’d collected over the months. The air felt heavy, charged with the remnants of yesterday’s chaos. She didn’t want to linger in the apartment any longer than she had to. Every corner reminded her of the caretaker’s harsh words, and she knew staying here would only dredge up anger and frustration she wasn’t ready to deal with.

Zoe was already there, helping Chloe carry ...