Alex pulled up in front of Michael’s apartment and took the stairs to the second floor, where his place was. The elevator was out of order, but Alex hardly cared.

He needed to make things right with Michael after what had happened that morning.

Reaching the door, he knocked and waited.

“Michael?” He called out, raising his hand to knock again when the door suddenly swung open.

Michael stepped out hastily, shutting the door behind him in one swift motion. ...