Andrew stood outside Amelia’s apartment complex, staring up at the dimly lit windows. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.
She had refused to meet him. Rejected every plea, every attempt to talk.
But that wasn’t enough to keep him away.
Not when he still had questions. Not when she had finally admitted, even if only subtly, that her so-called happiness wasn’t as solid as she wanted him to believe.
With a determined breath, he stepped out of his car and strode toward the entrance. It was late—almost midnight. The streets were nearly empty, the world around him eerily quiet. He didn’t care.
Tonight, he would get his answers.
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Amelia sat curled up on her couch, a blanket draped over her legs, staring at the
