John

I’m smiling head to toe as the elevator door pings open in anticipation of seeing KiKi tonight. I can’t get enough of her; I spend my days counting the minutes until I can be with her. Time away from her moves at a snail’s pace while time with her speeds by.

I pause midstep, half on and half off the elevator. In KiKi’s hallway, I find a person standing-a guy in a gray hoodie. My body goes on high alert, cataloging every detail. He’s not ringing her doorbell, and ...