Closing the Distance

GENEVIEVE'S POV

The brass latch slid into place behind me with a solid, metallic click. Crossing the threshold into my brother’s luxury flat after nearly four weeks of deliberate avoidance, a sickening knot of guilt wrestled against the raw, desperate ache of how fiercely I had missed him. Standing in the foyer, my fingers gripped the leather strap of my purse until my knuckles turned white. Four