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I want to sayI know everything there is to know about you, but I don’t. She already hates me enough as it is. If she knew I’ve had eyes on her since I left, she might throw herself out of the car mid-drive. And I don’t need to deal with that mess tonight.
It’s been almost five years since I disappeared from her life without an explanation, and I’m sure if she knew where I spent most of that time, and why I left in the first place, she never would have agreed to be alone with me.
So I leave her be, and we spend the rest of the drive in silence.
When we arrive at her apartment building in the city, she hands me her key card to gain access to the garage. She uses it again when we step into the elevator, where she pushes the button to the top floor.
My gaze flicks to the corners where I know the cameras are, and my brain details every aspect of the building and its security measures, as if I haven’t done it a million times before via the security footage.
At her apartment, Olivia uses the card once more.
I expect this to be the moment when she’ll slam the door in my face.
But instead of walking inside and doing just that, she stands here like she’s waiting for something.
Just when I’m about to ask what’s going on, she whispers, “Something’s wrong.”