Cammy took a slow breath, willing the heaviness in her chest to settle. "Come on," she said quietly, turning to Richard and Ric. "Let me show you the apartment."
They followed her, the soft thud of their footsteps against cement floors echoing like a heartbeat in the stillness of the new building. Cammy's hand trembled slightly as she slid the key into the lock, turning it with a click. She pushed the door open.
And froze.
The sunlight spilled into the room, revealing soft cream couches that looked like they belonged in the pages of a design magazine, warm wooden floors adorned with textured rugs, sleek furniture, and delicate lighting that made the entire space glow with quiet elegance.
Her gaze swept over the walls—paintings in muted tones, fresh flowers in glass vases, a soft throw folded neatly over the arm of a chair. Everything was chosen with care. Tasteful. Thoughtful.
Ready to live in.
But she hadn't even moved in yet.
