The next couple of days passed in a pleasant, almost dreamlike blur for Kyle. Time seemed to stretch and compress at once inside the spacious apartment that had become their temporary sanctuary. Sunlight filtered through tall windows during the day, casting warm patterns across modern furniture and scattered belongings, while evenings brought soft lamplight and the low hum of conversation that filled the space with life.
Kyle stayed with Cassandra and Jane, the three of them settling into an easy rhythm that felt surprisingly natural. Mornings started with shared coffee in the open kitchen, lazy breakfasts where Cassandra teased Jane about her terrible pancake-flipping skills and Jane retaliated by stealing the best pieces of fruit from Cassandra's plate. Kyle moved between them with quiet confidence, his presence anchoring the group even as he handled discreet calls and arrangements in the background.
