Chapter 139
- Reuben’s POV
- I leaned back on the old leather couch in my apartment, which I preferred to call my "crib." The smell of coffee lingered in the air, though the mug on the table had gone cold hours ago.
- The muted city noises outside gave my space an eerie kind of stillness, just the way I liked it. I picked up my phone from the side table and absentmindedly scrolled through the messages I hadn’t cared to read.