Daniel knocked on the penthouse door. Three times. Gentle. Familiar.

Inside, footsteps. Hesitant. Slow.

The door opened. Natalie stood there. Eyes red. Face swollen. Broken.

"Daniel." Her voice came out small. Surprised.

"Can I come in?"

She stepped aside. Silent. He walked past her. Into the apartment. His apartment. The one he'd given her.

The door closed. They stood in the entryway. Not speaking. Not touching.

"I'm sorry." Daniel said. Finally. ...