I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know where to go. I was just surprised that my legs made it as far as outside the revolving door of the building before they gave into shock. I gripped the wall as they buckled to stable myself and took what was the first breath I had since leaving the penthouse.
I glanced down at the ring on my finger and the suitcase in my hand. This had happened and was currently still happening. All that I had come to know was gone and I felt like a part of me still lived in the apartment upstairs. The scary thing was, I don’t think it would ever leave. I was the girl you screamed at on the television, seeing all the red flags that they don’t and blame them for being blind. But that was part of the trick: to make you love them and let down your guard. With love—anything is game.