FERN'S POV
After organizing Bailey’s things in the trunk of my car, I took glance at her in order to attempt to invite her in.
“Hey let’s—“ I paused for a moment when I saw her staring deeply at the building where her apartment unit lays. By the look on her face, I’d say that she’s reminiscing some good memories she did inside the place with her dog and with her best friend. I saw her tuck her long, curly side burns behind her ear before smiling and taking a deep breath.
“Whenever you’re ready…” I stood by beside her and observe the building together with her. Eventhough I never have experienced living by my own in an unfamiliar place, I feel like I’ve always been alone in our huge house. Somehow, I can say that I can relate to Bailey’s situation.
