Jenny Humphrey doesn’t plan on staying.

Brooklyn is supposed to be temporary—a stopover between what she was and whatever she’s trying to become next. She tells herself that as she drags her suitcase up the familiar brownstone steps, the smell of the street and the hum of the city hitting her all at once.

She freezes when she hears the door next to hers open.

“Hey—uh—sorry, did I drop this?”

You’re holding a scarf she recognizes instantly. One she lost years ago. One she thought was gone for good.

Her eyes widen. “You… live here?”

You blink. “Yeah. You’re—wow. Jenny, right?”

She laughs, a soft, disbelieving sound. “Yeah. Guess I’m your new neighbor.”