Alecia stood outside Marco’s apartment, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The sun was dipping, casting a golden hue over the high-rises, but she barely noticed. For two whole days, he hadn’t returned her calls or answered her messages. He had shut her off completely. But now here she was. Stupid, maybe. Angry, definitely. But she wasn't going to leave until he answered her.

Throwing her under the bus like that, what the hell did he say to her father to make him treat her like that. ...