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The Apartment - Lower Manhattan

Alice and Grant had a small dinner of raviolis, rice, and beans. They ate in complete silence, since Alice's mind was so far away from the small apartment in Lower Manhattan. That day had been one that Alice was sure would change her life. Before, despite the horrible things that had happened, Alice had always held a romantic view of the world, certain that just notions would always prevail. She couldn't help but feel as if she had morphed into a completely different being by shooting that man. Would she lose who she was before all of this? But what if losing the person she was had to be done? Her contemplation was interrupted when Grant spoke.

"Don't worry about a thing, Alice. Everything will be fine because you did what was necessary for us to live... I know you've never had to do that before. Thank you." Grant said.

Grant must have been able to sense that this whole situation was troubling her deeply, because his comforting words seemed to come just at the right time. Alice pushed the ravenous thoughts to the back of her mind, and tried to enjoy their meal.

After a few moments he added, "Your wound is patched up pretty good. In a little bit I'll be able to remove them depending on how well it keeps up." Grant bundled Alice up and carried her to the bed, depositing her gently into the comfortable sheets. He applied new bandages on her wound and bid her to sleep well.

Alice watched from a crack in the bedroom door as Grant laid down on the couch, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. With a smile, she did the same.