The next Friday night, I was having coffee with Eric. He was on a business trip in Manhattan. He figured he’d see me first before he went back to Connecticut.
We were interrupted when my phone rang. My heart pounded when I saw Chris’s number on the screen.
“Chris. What’s he calling me for?”
“Realizing what a big fool he’s been?” Eric suggested.
I answered the call. “What?”
I heard Chris’s intake of breath on the other line. “Brianne…” His voice was sober. “I’ve been waiting for you in your apartment.”
“What? Who told you to go there? I should have changed the locks! I cannot believe you had the nerve to actually use your keys!”
He didn’t say anything for a while. He took another deep breath. “Are you coming home anytime soon? It’s been nearly two weeks now. And I see no signs of you
