Katherine woke to the muted hum of early sunlight slipping through the blinds. Even in the comforting cocoon of her apartnt, the weight of uncertainty settled on her chest.
Across the hall.
The thought crawled through her head, dull and insistent. She lay still, staring at the ceiling, her heart threatening to race every ti she thought of Leonard just steps away—close enough to knock anyti he chose.
Nathan and Maya tumbled into their room like twin hurricanes: laughter, bright voices, and urgent questions. "Mom, can we go play at Uncle Leonard’s new place?" Nathan called with wide, hopeful eyes.
Maya nodded, voice high and eager: "Can we, Mom?" Their excitent buzzed in the cool morning air, and Katherine forced a gentle smile. "Maybe another ti," she said softly, smoothing their hair. The twins looked disappointed but accepted her answer and raced off for cereal, unaware of how small their mother felt.
She moved through the morning routine in an unsettled haze: brushing teeth, packing lunchboxes, glancing at the hallway door, her stomach knotting. She slid past the kitchen on her way to gather the trash, determined to stay composed.
At the recycling bin, Katherine paused. The hallway stretched from her door to the unit across the hall—his unit. She braced herself and returned to her apartnt door.
Suddenly, footsteps. She tensed as Leonard stepped out of his apartnt. The morning’s light caught the slight rumple of his shirt and glinted off his car keys. When their eyes t—hers filled with steel, his with mild surprise—neither spoke for a second.
"Morning," he said finally, voice even.
"Morning," Katherine responded, brief and cool. She stepped back.
Leonard hesitated, car keys dangling. Still holding her gaze, he asked softly, "Is... is there a problem, Katherine?"
She swallowed, trying to sort words from panic. "I’m... adjusting," she said, but it sounded hollow even to her ears.
Leonard shrugged, stepping forward, removing keys from his grip. "Look, I—gave careful thought to moving here. I... wanted to be near the kids, for them."
"You wanted to be near the kids." Her voice rose slightly, edged in disbelief. "So now you live just across the hall? That doesn’t feel like caring, that feels like... stalking."
Leonard’s forehead creased at the accusation. His tone, though firm, held calm disdain. "No, Katherine. I’m being a father. There’s a difference."
Emotion flickered across her face. She didn’t argue. Instead, she shifted to step inside her apartnt—but Leonard closed the gap and gently reached for her hand.
A touch that once ant love now shocked her nerves. She pulled back subtly but didn’t jerk away. Conservative hope warred with raw fear in her chest.
Leonard’s eyes softened. "Katherine... I still care about you—even if you don’t want that. My proximity isn’t a trap—it’s a commitnt."
She looked away. Her pulse hamred in her throat. Before she could respond, a cheerful voice broke the tension:
"Good morning, dears!"
Mrs. Lancaster—the sweet but gossip-prone elderly neighbor—stepped into view, pushing open the door of her own unit to send today’s morning breeze through her entryway.
"Hello, Mrs. Lancaster," Katherine replied, word-perfect politeness—smiles soft, but façade crisp.
"Who’s this handso man?" Mrs. Lancaster bead at Leonard.
Katherine swallowed hard. She could sense Leonard calming at the warmth in the neighbor’s tone. She swallowed, speaking for them both.
"He’s the new tenant across from ," she said, keeping the greeting short and formal.
Leonard stepped forward, offering his hand to the older woman. "Pleasure to et you, Mrs. Lancaster. I’m Leonard Ford."
Mrs. Lancaster’s eyes lit up, inspecting him with approving delight. "My, it’s nice to see a handso face so close by! Katherine’s very lucky—first she has Felix, now Leonard!" She chuckled and peered knowingly at Katherine and then at Leonard. "A handso neighbor, that’s wonderful. You two look so close already!"
Katherine’s cheeks burned as Leonard flashed that easy, neighborly grin—the sa one that used to make her heart flutter. She bit her lip and hoped no one heard her inner sigh.
Katherine smiled tightly, her cheeks still warm from Mrs. Lancaster’s teasing. Leonard gave a light chuckle beside her, playing the part of the friendly new neighbor with charm. Of course he did—he’d always known how to win people over without trying too hard.
But inside, Katherine’s thoughts churned.
There’s no way I’m explaining the history between and Leonard to Mrs. Lancaster, she thought, forcing her expression to stay polite. Not today. Not ever, if I can help it.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the older woman—Mrs. Lancaster was sweet, chatty, and always had a pot of tea on standby—but still. The tangled, half-healed ss of her past with Leonard wasn’t ant for friendly hallway gossip. She didn’t have the ti, the energy, or—honestly—the stomach for that conversation. Not to ntion, how would she even begin?
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Lancaster, Leonard and I go way back. He was once the man I thought I might love, until life exploded in a thousand inconvenient ways."
No, thank you.
Mrs. Lancaster reached out and patted Katherine’s arm. "Well, I’ll leave you two to your morning. See you soon, dear!"
With a warm wave and another approving smile, she closed her door.
Leonard turned to Katherine with care in his eyes. "She’s nice."
"Yeah," Katherine replied softly, voice unsteady.
Leonard studied her, concern etched in his expression. "Are you sure... that’s all?"
Katherine’s fingers curled into the sleeve of her cardigan. She breathed slowly and looked him straight in the eye. "I want boundaries. I need space. But... the kids love having you nearby."
Leonard nodded, relief flickering in his gaze. "I understand."
Another beat passed. Katherine exhaled and forced a gentle smile. "Then... good morning, new neighbor."
Leonard returned the smile—soft, sincere, but heavy with intention. "Good morning."
She watched him return to his own door, keys now jostling in his hand. Morning had arrived, she thought, but with it, a new reality demanded heavy decisions. The twins skipped into her apartnt behind her; their presence both blessed and complicated her heart.
Inside, Katherine closed her apartnt door and leaned against it, pressing her palm flat. She fought to steady her breath. Her morning coffee hadn’t helped; her heart was still pounding. She adjusted her cardigan, steeling herself.
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