I sit waiting with bated breath for what feels like an eternity, extreme anxiety coursing through me. Finally, the door opens, and voices come into the apartment. There seem to be two or three, and I can’t tell if any are Jake. I wait and listen. A male laugh that sounds like Daniel, and possibly Arrick too, and then I hear Jake’s voice, low and husky, and my heart constricts with relief.  

The bedroom door opens almost instantly, and he sticks his head around sheepishly, his ...