C28 My Plum Neighbor is a Pornstar-1

ANDY

I wiped the sweat from my brow, the cardboard box digging into my ribs as I shoved open the door to my new apartment. The place smelled like fresh paint and dust, the kind of sterile emptiness that screamed "starting over." I'd picked this quiet suburban edge of the city because I needed the silence after the divorce. No more fights echoing off walls. Just me, my half-empty bank account