“Can you please let me in?” she raise voice echoes loudly throughout Alex’s apartment. She knocks on his bedroom door impatiently for what feels like the hundredth time, hoping he’s coming. She knows that she shouldn’t have come here. She knows this is going to complicate things between the two of them even further. But she can’t help herself.

She’s worried sick. Worrying about Alex is something that she does every single second of every day. Worried about him and wondering where he is, whether he’s okay and why he left without telling anyone. Worried about his well-being and what he went through. Worried about everything. So she decided to...