She could see Derek’s jaw clench and unclench as she spoke. His fists were balled at his sides.
“Is that how you want it to be?” he asked. His voice, too, was low, almost a whisper.
“That’s how it is.”
“Over three years together and you just want to throw that away?”
“No, you threw it away when you left me. Now, stop trying to drag your trash back into my house.”
“Okay, fine,” he said. “But don’t expect me to be there when you come crawling back. And you always come crawling back, Samantha. It’s what you do. You crawl.” He turned and stormed back down the stairs and burst back into his own apartment, slamming the door behind him so hard the entire building shook.
“Whoa, that was heavy,” said Skip.
Henry had backed up until he was standing at the edge of the stairwell. He was looking
