Zeruel's POV
Right now, I found myself standing quietly in the apartment we were calling home now.
It felt so unfamiliar, and yet comforting in a way that wrapped around me gently, like a blanket fresh out of the sun.
It was nothing like the old apartment we'd lived in before everything changed... I mean, before Mom collapsed and slipped away into Eternal Sleep.
That place… even remembering it made something inside my chest tighten painfully.
It had been so small that even just breathing at the same time felt cramped. Barely enough space for one person, let alone two girls trying desperately to hold onto the pieces of what was left of family.
Some nights, I remember sitting on the edge of that old bed, listening to Selene's breathing and trying to convince myself it was enough. That we'd be okay. That things would change.
But in truth, that apartment had never been a real home.
