I opened the door quietly, letting it shut with a soft click behind me.
The apartment smelled like coffee and warm air, a thin beam of sunlight cutting across the floor from the half-open curtains, dust motes dancing lazily in the light.
For a moment, I just stood there, letting the quiet wrap around me, letting the tension in my shoulders ease.
I pulled off my coat, draping it over the back of the chair, sliding the band on my wrist so it wouldn't catch. I undid the buttons on my shirt, slipping it off and tossing it into the laundry bin by the hall. The air against my skin was cool, clean, a reminder that I was here, that I was safe and that the job was done for now.
I pulled on a simple black shirt. Camille had gotten for me a while back and I should be checking out my wardrobe more often these days since she isn't slowing down anytime soon. I put it on, letting it fall into place before stepping out of the entryway and into the living room.
It was around noon now.
