Summer paused and contemplated the facade of her apartment building. It felt like much longer than a week or so that she had walked away wondering if it would even be worth it to come back. She shook the keys dangling from one hand and blew out a breath. The knot of anxiety in the pit of her stomach was stupid and meaningless. Marie would welcome her back, or shoot her on sight. Loki, the same.

She fit the key into the lock and pushed open the door, stepping inside. Home.