That Evening, 4:47 PM

Lauren was standing in her kitchen in yoga pants and an oversized sweater, hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, when the doorbell rang.

Her heart jumped into her throat. She froze, moving to where she could see the door. She stared at it like she was worried it might explode in at any moment.

"It's not Liam. It can't be Liam," she whispered. The doorman wouldn't let him up. He had been banned from the building. But had Liam waited until the doorman went to the ...