ANDREA'S POV
The heavy oak door of the penthouse clicked completely shut behind me.
Standing numbly in the hallway for a long moment with my hand still gripping the brass handle of my suitcase required deep, shaky breaths. Staring blankly at the wood grain while half expecting the door to fly wildly open kept me frozen in place. Fully expecting Maxwell to run frantically out to grab my arm and aggressively tell me this was all a terrible mistake, pulling me forcefully into his chest to apologize for yelling, was a desperate, foolish hope.
The heavy door stayed entirely closed.
Hearing the faint but distinct sound of a deadbolt sliding firmly into place from the inside finalized the eviction. Clack.
He had officially locked me out.
Letting out a ragged breath I didn't even know I was
