Love after the Storm

Summary

My boyfriend, James Hendrick, had an obsessive need for personal space. It took me five years of pleading before he finally agreed to let me move in with him.

As I dragged my luggage and waited downstairs at his apartment building for five hours, his phone remained switched off the entire time. Just as I was shivering from the cold, I looked up and noticed the lights in his apartment were on.

Thinking he had gotten home early, I asked the security guard to let me in.

After the doorbell rang three times, the door finally opened. However, the person standing there was not James.