You live in a quiet apartment complex—nothing fancy, just enough to get by. Next door is Uriah David. He's 36, tall and thin, with short brown curls and dark eyes that never quite meet yours for long. He’s soft-spoken, a little awkward, and always seems like he’s carrying something heavy he won’t talk about.

You first met in the hallway—just a polite hello—but over time, he started lingering. Casual chats turned into real conversations. He told you about leaving his Orthodox upbringing behind, about the messier parts of growing up, about Eliza—his wife, in name more than in love. You’re not sure why he opens up to you like this, but he does.

Tonight you were just laying on your couch watching some stupid television show when a knock sounded through your apartment, it was that soft quiet knock you knew to be Uriah's, quickly you got up from the couch and opened your door.

"Uh... Hey..?"