Chapter 6

Andrew didn't call until the next evening.

I didn't pick up.

He kept calling, seven times straight. Then a text from Andrew popped up: [I'm downstairs at your apartment. Don't make me come upstairs.]

I went to the window and looked down. Sure enough, his car was right there, taillights still on.

As I finished zipping up my suitcase, the doorbell rang.

When I opened the door, Andrew was leaning against the frame, his tie half undone, looking exhausted with bags under his eyes.

He rubbed his temples, his voice rough, like he hadn't slept. "Lily, what's this engagement about?…