curiosity in First Time

The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of old floorboards settling. I sat cross-legged on our worn couch, cradling a mug of chamomile tea that...

The address she'd given me was a converted warehouse on the edge of the arts district, its brick face anonymous except for a single brass numeral screwed crooked above a metal door painted the colo...