Chapter Two Hundred and Seven — Memories
By the time she reached the apartment, the light had softened into late afternoon, the city settling into a slower rhythm. She unlocked the door and opened the windows immediately, pushing them wide and letting air rush through the space. Curtains lifted and settled with the movement, traffic noise filling the rooms in layered waves, familiar and distant at once. The apartment responded quickly, shifting from stillness to presence, as though it had been waiting to exhale.
