Kevin's cab came to a stop just outside Anya’s apartment. He passed the driver some cash and slipped out of the car.

He didn’t want to come.

Every instinct told him to disappear quietly, to board the next flight back to Vegas and deal with everything from the safety of distance.

But the guilt clung like smoke, and some part of him at least owed her this. The knock on her apartment door was tentative, almost reluctant.

When it swung open and Anya stood there, her hair was unkept and a mess to be fair, she had dark circles under her eyes, Kelvin immediately knew this wouldn’t go well.

“Hello...