Bora smiled as she followed her newfound friend from the apartment. The day with the death of her dear friend and employee, Tara, wasn't all ruined. She finally had found someone who would be there when she needed them. She could talk if she pleased or distracted if she so chose.

Nettle walked Bora into the rickety elevator. The doors creaked shut with a thud. Bora's hand grasped the handrail on the side of the small metal box. Her fingers shivered at the cold metal. The elevator stopped with a jolt. Bora's uneven stance shook at the stop. Nettle's hand gently grasped Bora's forearm to steady her. Bora's smile grew as her head tilted down.

Bora hid the burning cheeks with her short, black hair. Nettle raised Bora's head with a finger, the pinkened cheeks gave away Bora's...

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