“Vania, please open the door. I just need five minutes,” Revaldo’s voice echoed from behind the apartment door.

Vania let out a long sigh, peeking through the curtain. She could see the silhouette of the man standing outside. It had been almost two weeks since they last spoke—since Devandra reentered her life. Since everything started falling apart again.

“If you don’t open up, I’ll stay here until you feel sorry for me,” Revaldo called again, his tone sounding more tired ...