The Knock

Kaelen

My boots wore a deep groove into the cheap carpet of my apartment. Two hours. Two hours of walking from the window to the faded couch and back again. Leaving my actual address on a scrap of paper for her wasn't a subtle move. It was blunt. Reckless. But walking out of that diner without saying a damn word about the shift in the universe had been a different brand of stupid.

Now she held