AMY POV

My room felt smaller than I remembered.

Not in a bad way. Just unfamiliar in the way a space becomes when you've spent a week somewhere else entirely - somewhere with sand instead of carpet and ocean air instead of the quiet, expensive stillness of Antonio's house. I dropped my bag by the closet and stood there for a moment just looking around, reacquainting myself with my own four walls. The bed was made the way I'd left it. The curtains were drawn the exact way I always left them. Nothing had moved and yet everything felt slightly different, the way home does after you've been gone long...