Proof Not Promises

Avery

We stepped inside. The apartment was beautiful, all exposed brick and high ceilings, the kind of space that screamed Manhattan money but felt surprisingly warm.

"Shoes off, baby," I reminded Noah.

He kicked off his sneakers, leaving them in a pile by the door before racing toward the living room. "Can I play with your books?"

"They're on the shelf by the window," Piper called after him.

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