C13 Clair de Lune

Jade hauled her luggage upstairs.

There wasn't much, just a few clothes and a couple of books.

The broken necklace lay in a faded box, which Andrea eyed with a furrowed brow when he saw it.

"Upstairs is mine, no one comes up," he said, eyes returning to the documents on the table, adding in a tone as bland as the documents themselves