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“Greta, I’m home early. Where you at?” I wander into our temporary apartment, dumping my bag in the hall with relief at being back already, and push through to the main lounge, stopping dead in my tracks when my eyes fall upon two figures on the couch. My heart lurches up into my throat, and I pause in shock.

“I hope you don’t mind me waiting here for you?” Yoonah stands awkwardly