"I didn't know where else to go, but I shouldn't be here."
I was stopped in my tracks by the voice. When I turned to face the open living room door, I was halfway down the hallway, holding my phone in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. Alex stood with his hands stuffed deep in his leather jacket pockets and his shoulders hunched.
I went cold. Weeks had passed since I last saw him, weeks since his outbursts, his accusations, and his abrupt departure from my life. He looked more like the youngster I used to know than the guy who had screamed out of my world with a venomous shout, but here he was.
"Alex, what are you doing here?" My pulse pounded in my ears as I spoke steadily.
"I had to come see you." The regret engraved on his face was reflected in the hallway light as he took a st
