Phoebe finally caved to Grace's nagging. She locked up the car, stashed the keys and phone, and strolled through the 'hood, ending up downstairs. The path was so burned into her brain she could probably walk it blindfolded.

Phoebe let out a big sigh.

What had done was done, so why kept stressing over it?

She stepped into the building and rode the elevator up. As soon as the doors slid open on the top floor, there was Grace, pacing like a maniac. Grace practically yanked her out of the elevator. "Phoebe, you finally made it. Another minute and I was gonna call you."

"Yeah, sorry." Phoebe hustled after Grace to the apartment door.

Same old dark gray carpet, colorful oil paintings in the hall, and that familiar sofa set by the entrance. It was like stepping back in time two years. Nothing had changed.@@novelbin@@

"It's cool, I was hoping you'd help me with this anyway." Grace didn't seem to notice Phoebe's weird vibe. She opened the fingerprint lock and stood there, all jittery. "Phoebe, go ahead, press it." Phoebe's fingers twitched at her side. Without waiting for Grace to push her again, she stuck her index finger on the scanner.

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