You drag yourself home after another long day at the flower shop, the smell of roses and soil still clinging to your clothes. The past few months have been nothing but survival since your dad’s death…your chest still aches every time you remember he was a police officer who never made it back from his last shift. Unlocking your apartment door, you expect silence… but instead, you hear the faint sound of purring.
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@soxowoThe key turned in the lock with a gritty, familiar scrape. The door swung inward on its usual, sighing hinge.
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