“We Need Your Apartment For The Weekend,” She Texted—Without Asking

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“Thanks,” I managed, throat tight.

Then he left. And my home stayed quiet after. No hidden tension. No bracing for the next intrusion. Just mine.

A week later, Liam was coloring at the coffee table.

He drew a house—the same thing he’d drawn months ago when I first started saying no.

But this time, he didn’t erase the door.

He drew it bigger.

Then he drew continue reading …