The next morning, I planned to take it easy; I didn't have much planned. Sitting in a t-shirt and pajama pants, I sat down to watch TV. Michelle had already headed out to go shopping. When I heard the buzzer for our apartment, I thought it was strange. I wasn't expecting anyone. When the buzzer rang again and then a third time, I walked to the intercom to check.
“Who is it?" I asked.
“It's Luke."
I pressed the button to open the door to our apartment building. A dozen questions circled through my head. Why was Luke here? How did he know where I lived? Should I change?
He came into the apartment holding a garment bag and looking a little disheveled, his hair flopping over to one side.
“Hi," I said. “What are you doing here?"
“Stella, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. It was a
