Page 24 of Serendipity

Ezra loves me. He would never hurt me.

But why is his ex leaving our apartment?

I didn’t move for a while, wondering if I should ask him about her the second I saw him, or let him tell me.

See how long it’ll take him to be honest about it.

I took a deep breath and finally got my feet to move.

When I reached the steps, I looked up once more.

This time, he had turned off the lights, and only the beam of the TV lit up the apartment.

My frown was glued in place as I walked up the stairs to get to our front door, and when I reached it, I took another deep breath just to calm myself down.

I wasn’t the crazy girlfriend who’d shout at him for seeing his ex leave our apartment, though that might’ve been just what I should’ve been doing.

Ezra was mine.

He had no right to cheat on me.

The anger inside of me started to boil again, and with a little too much force, I pushed the door open.

Ezra was sitting on the couch, leaned back and with his feet on the coffee table.

His gaze moved to mine, and as he saw me, there was some type of relief in his eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart. You’re back,” he said, getting up from the couch and walking over to me.

As he approached me, he looked toward the bedroom, then back at me with a smile.

“You didn’t text me you were coming home,” he said, reaching for my beanie and pulling it off my head.

I raised a brow. “Was it necessary?”

Now he was the one frowning.

“I asked you to let me know. So…yeah it was. What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

He brushed my hair back and tucked it behind my ears, and I stepped back to get his hands off me.

He was either trying to hide it, or I had only imagined Olivia exiting the building.

“Did you have a guest while I was gone?” I asked, looking past him to see the bedroom door closed.

It was never closed.

Why would we close it anyway?

It was just him and I.

He was studying my face, thinking hard about how to answer that question.

Surely, if Olivia only just left, he must’ve had the thought in his head that we might’ve crossed paths.

“Why don’t you take off your coat and sit down on the couch? I’ll make us a hot chocolate, what do you think?”

“Ezra,” I warned.

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