After leaving the hospital, I decided to make one last stop—Marco’s penthouse. It had been weeks since we’d broken up, but he still hadn’t bothered to send my things. A part of me didn’t want to go back, didn’t want to face whatever was waiting for me there, but I knew I had to. I couldn’t keep holding on to anything from that relationship.

I parked outside the building, hesitating for a moment before finally walking up to the entrance. Everything about this place brought back ...