Chapter 48: Nyra’s POV

By late evening, the apartment felt smaller than ever.

Roe had barely been gone six hours, but it already felt like days. I’d cleaned every inch of the place, stretched until my muscles screamed, did drills, and even tried to cook dinner. Emphasis on tried.

The result sat on the stove looking like something out of a chef’s nightmare. The smell was so bad I’d had to open every window just to breathe and even now the apartment smelled faintly of charred spices that ...