Meanwhile, Jay could not help feeling a little disappointed that Bella was not able to come with them. Still, he reminded himself that her health mattered more than anything else, and there would be other days.
The house Jace had chosen was small, almost modest compared to the places they were used to, but it suited him perfectly. It was quiet, clean, and felt like a space meant for one person to finally breathe on his own.
"This is the kitchen," the real estate agent said, gesturing warmly as they stepped inside.
Jay looked around first. The kitchen was not big, but it was bright. Sunlight slipped in through the window above the sink, lighting up the pale counters and the simple wooden cabinets. Everything was compact and neatly placed, as if the room itself understood that clutter was not welcome here. There was enough space to cook comfortably, enough shelves to store things properly, and a small dining corner that felt surprisingly cozy.
