Alicia’s POV
I pulled up in front of the apartment and parked along the curb. The engine ticked softly as I turned it off, my hands lingering on the wheel for a moment before I unbuckled. No nerves. No drama. Just another task I’d set out to finish.
Walking up the stairs felt both familiar and distant, but none of it slowed me down. The same faint scuff marks along the railing. The same slight unevenness in the second step. I noticed them, sure—but they didn’t carry any weight anymore.
The hallway still held the faint scent of leather and whatever cologne Lucas favored. It didn’t stir anything in me, just registered as one more detail filed away into the background. I wasn’t here to revisit the past; I was here to move forward.
This time, I came back to retrieve the paintings I’d promised to the collector and to terminate the lease along the way.
I was done being someone’s responsibility.