SADE

I stood in the middle of my new apartment, holding the documents Kross had given me, and I cried without making a sound.

Everything was so small…

The walls were bare and white, the curtains weren’t up, and there was only a large window leading to the balcony. My suitcase sat by the door like it wasn’t sure if it belonged there. The papers in my hand were already bent from how tightly I was gripping them. Business registration… permits… some I didn’t understand. His ...