My apartment wasn't very far up, so there wasn't a lot of time to linger on despite Lyon's schemes. When we were on the first floor, I got rid of the trash in the trash can and stood before Lyon. "Mr. Monroe, I won't walk you any further."

Not waiting for an answer, I wheeled around and walked away.

Lyon watched my retreating figure with a confused expression. He knew I had truly let go of what we had. He wasn't sure when it would take for me to forgive him, but he knew that day would come.

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Outside my door, as I stretched to open it, a sudden,...