I threw on some clothes, tugging a clean shirt over my head and checking myself in the mirror. Hair—still a mess, but I managed to wrestle it into something halfway decent.
Kitchen time.
I pulled the fridge open, hoping I had something to contribute. Beer. More beer. And a sad slice of pizza that had definitely seen better days.
I snorted. "Yeah, that'll impress them."
Door slammed shut. Empty-handed it was.
I grabbed my keys from the counter and headed out. The lock clicked under my hand, and I checked it twice before stepping back. I'd been doing that a lot lately. Ever since that night, I made sure—every damn time—that the door was locked. No slip-ups. Not again.
The stairwell smelled faintly of toast and coffee as I descended.
At Kim's door, I gave a knock.
It opened a moment later, Tom standing there with his usual calm expression.
"Hey," he said. "Welcome."
"Thanks." I stepped inside, already catching the scent of breakfast. "Smells good."
