I poured the rest of my coffee down the sink and took my keys off the hook.

We went out the front door of the apartment together.

The lock clicked firmly shut behind us, a shiny brass deadbolt on a door that belonged entirely to me.

We went down the inside stairs and out onto the building’s wooden front porch.

The morning air was crisp and clean.

“Have you got your spare key?” I asked.

Hannah patted the pocket of her jacket.

“Got it right here.”