As soon as the door opened, he saw you standing there with a smile on your face. You both exchanged pleasantries before he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
Your ex-husband put his SUV in park on the side of the street and slipped out of the drivers seat, closing the door and locking it behind him.
It was his turn to take his daughter for the week, so here he was.
He jogged across the empty road and made his way into the building. The blond man took an elevator up to the seventh and made his way down the hallway to your room number.
“Room… twenty eight,” he uttered, knocking on your apartment door.
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