My heart ached so much by the time I was able to pry myself off the floor. I dragged my feet over to the couch and collapsed into the cushions, letting out a shaky breath. I stared at the ceiling, wondering how my life was going to look after today.

I would have to return everything Luke had given me, even the comfort of this apartment. The thought of losing this safe space made the ache in my chest tighten.

The sharp sound of the front door opening snatched my attention. I sat up hastily, my breath catching in my throat as I prayed it wasn't Luke. But when Becca...