He let me go.

The action rang loudly in my head.

He let me go…

Why?

We’d barely shared any parting words when he’d taken me down the nineteen flights to ground level, where a car was indeed waiting for me. I’d been completely flabbergasted to realize he lived in the penthouse at one of the most expensive highrises in the D.C. area.

Even the doorman had greeted him by name. ...