A haunting, tender novel in two parts - The Warmth and The Cold (both within this novella)- about love, loss, and the way grief rearranges the rooms inside you.
Greg Holden didn't move into Apartment C4 looking for connection. He came with three boxes, a month-to-month lease, and the quiet ache of a breakup he couldn't name out loud. But in the flicker of hallway lights, over burnt pancakes, shared storms, and late-night confessions, he meets Mae - a neighbor whose laughter feels like a door opening. Slowly, Greg's life begins to thaw.
Then comes The Cold. Two years later, the apartment is empty, stripped of warmth. Mae is gone, and in her place are cracks in the wall, voices at 3:07 a.m., and a landlord who promises there's "no one beside you." As Greg unravels the truth - in photographs that shouldn't exist, in knocks from the other side - the line between memory and haunting blurs. Is this grief playing tricks, or has something been waiting for him all along?
Told in poetic prose that moves from intimate warmth to bone-deep chill, The Apartment C4 is not a horror story, but a meditation on the ghosts we carry: the people we've loved, the silences we've kept, and the pieces of ourselves we leave behind in every room we've ever lived in.