Joelle Young dropped her bag as she entered her apartment, automatically turning back to the door with a sigh. She latched the chain and twisted the deadbolt, then faced the living room. The kitchen sat tucked around the corner, a…cozy space only one person could fit in at a time.
“Joey?” someone called. Her roommate, Laney.
“Yeah,” she said. “It’s me.”
He…
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