Entering the apartment building, I go toward the elevator this time rather than take the stairs. I expect Chase to go in the opposite direction, not to follow me, but he does, right into the elevator. As it starts it climb, he goes to the panel and presses the “stop” button. I’m fighting tears as it is.

There’s no way I can do this.

It’s too much. Too raw and I’ve not got up enough walls. I need them firmly back in place right now.

Suddenly, he’s right in front of me, cupping my face, tilting my head back to look into my eyes. I let him. What else can...