![]() ![]() I walk toward Ethan’s apartment and clear my throat. He just keeps pacing back and forth, looking at Ethan’s door. I watch him, hoping he’ll leave, but he never does. He takes another three steps in the other direction and pauses again. He takes three steps, then pauses and looks at the door. There’s a guy pacing the hallway directly in front of Ethan’s apartment. When I reach Ethan’s floor, I pause as soon as I step out of the elevator. ![]() We’ve been doing so much planning for our wedding it’s been weeks since we had an actual home-cooked meal together. I came back a day early but decided not to tell him. Ethan should be home at eight, so I’ll have plenty of time to surprise him with dinner. I look down at my phone and see that it’s already after seven. ![]() But today, he simply held the door open with a stoic expression. Vincent has been my favorite doorman since Ethan moved into this apartment building. That thought plagues me during the entire ride up the elevator to Ethan’s floor. ![]()
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