*Roanne’s POV*

The room was thick with the scent of cardboard and dust, a tangible testament to the chaos of moving. I stood back, hands on hips, surveying the landscape of boxes that now littered the apartment. With each box I had placed, it felt as if I were piecing together a puzzle of my future, one that was still missing crucial parts.

It was a blank canvas waiting to be painted with the colors of a new chapter. The space was unfamiliar, but the promise ...