The pest control process began, the specialist moving through the apartment with practiced efficiency.
Jamie followed, asking questions, ensuring everything was done right.
I trailed behind, my mind a storm of conflicting emotions.
In the kitchen, the specialist set traps and sprayed corners.
Jamie watched, arms crossed, a satisfied expression settling.
It was almost over, and I felt a strange kind of loss.
All those tiny creatures, gone.
Jamie caught my eye, raising an eyebrow.
“You okay?” Jamie asked for the second time, a hint of concern breaking through.
I nodded, forcing a smile.
