Emma locked her apartment door and didn't leave for three days.
She didn't answer Damien's calls. She didn't check on Tyler. She sat in her living room and stared at the walls, trying to understand how everything had gotten so broken.
Around noon on the third day, there was a knock on her door.
"Emma, I know you're in there," Damien said through the door. "Please let me in."
She stood on the other side of the door, her hand on the lock, unable to move.
"I'm not leaving until you talk to me," Damien continued.
Emma opened the door.
Damien looked worse than she felt. He hadn't shaved. He was wearing the same clothes from yesterday. His eyes were red.
"Come back home," he said.
"I can't," Emma replied.
"Why not?"
"Because I need to think," Emma said. "Because I need to figure out w
