Chapter 87Raija’s POVArriving in our new Boston Apartment is like real life hitting me in the face. I have never been on my own. I know technically I’m not on my own but still. I’m like an adult, a real one, with a mate and now my own house. “You like the view?” Nick asks pointing to the windows. We have a harbor view not far from the USS Constitution. I see all the sailboats and the calm water. “I love this,” I smile as he hugs me from behind. “I can feel you are worried,” He tells me. “Talk to me.”“It’s just a lot.”“Not to pile on but we need furniture, kitchen stuff, towels, sheets. We need to go shopping,” Nick tells me.“I have a black belt in shopping,” I smile. We take the day and shop. It’s Target for towels, sheets, kitchen stuff, but for furniture, Nick has ideas.“I’m thinking we need stuff that is sturdy and will last. I’m not small so it’s got to hold me.”I nod at him and we find a store where the living room sets start at $5000. He wants the $12,000 se
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