Dr Meera Saravana has been on the run for the last ten years due to a fatal misunderstanding. She ends up in New York, hoping that maybe this time everything will work out. But that's turning out to be impossible the more she gets involved with the...
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MEERA
The apartment that Natalia lived in was nicer than I thought it would be. Way, way nicer. Almost to the point where I felt like was stepping on money wherever I went.
It was a refurbished apartment, meaning that it was brand spanking new with heating and great plumbing. Even the hardwood floors were new. With each square foot I explored, I couldn't help but think just how expensive it must've been for Nat.
A part of me cried just thinking about money and the other half of me rejoiced over not freezing in the winter.
I scuttled from room to room in excitement like a puppy off its leash, carefully checking over every detail. Hell, I even checked the water pressure.
There were four rooms. One master, two guest rooms, and an extra room that was an office.
Nat leaned against the kitchen counter when I returned, arms crossed over her chest with an anxious look.
"So?" She raised her hand, sweeping it across in a small arc. "What do you think? Not too bad, right?"
I closed the door to one of the bedrooms, hiding a smile. "It's better than I expected."
"Right. Newly refurbished too!" She patted the granite countertop proudly.
"How did you find this place?" I asked.
She shrugged. "My dad gave it to me. It was the only part of the inheritance that I liked so...I just fixed it up a little and decided to live here."
I nodded in understanding. "Oh, Nat." I placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Yeah. Don't worry about it." She sighed, brushing my condolences off like it was nothing. "It happened about a year ago. I'm over it now so don't walk on eggshells around me, okay?"
I chuckled nervously and raised my hands in front of me. "No need to worry about that."
Nat nodded once and reached into her bag to pull out a whole folder. I assumed that was the rental agreement. She slid the folder to me. "Look it over. Tell me what you think. Everything is written down including the rent and how we'll split the chores."
I glanced at her and then down at the folder. It looked heavier than I thought. I carefully flipped through the first few pages. "Nat?" I picked up the folder, pointing to one of the pages. "Why is my rent only 500$?"
"What?" She squinted at the page. "You want me to lower it?"
"No!" I protested, shaking my head. This was already low enough, unfairly low. "I should be paying you more than 500$! The places I've seen said that the rent was two grand. At least! Aren't you supposed to charge me more than that?!"
To my surprise, Nat started to laugh. "Are you kidding me, Doc?!" She said between the laughter. "I'm not gonna charge you that much! Who do you think I am? A heathen?"
