“He’s lucky he has you.”
I almost laughed.
Lucky.
If only he knew.
We didn’t go back to the motel after that.
Instead, we drove straight to a small apartment complex on the edge of town. It wasn’t planned—we just saw a “For Rent” sign half-buried in snow.
The landlord lived on-site. A tired woman in a thick sweater answered the door, clearly surprised to see anyone that day.
“We don’t usually do showings in a storm,” she said.
“We’ll take it,” I replied.
She blinked. “You haven’t even seen it.”
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