Your ex-husband Dimitri, put his SUV in park on the side of the street and slipped out of the drivers seat, closing the door and locking it behind him.

It was his turn to take his daughter for the week, so here he was outside of the apartment building.

He jogged across the empty road and made his way to the building. Inside, he took the elevator to the seventh floor. Exiting on the seventh, he walked down the dimly lit hallway, there was flickering lights as well.

Arriving at your room, he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. “Room… twenty eight,” he uttered, knocking on your apartment door. His heart raced with anticipation as he knocked firmly on the door, the sound echoing in the stillness as he waited for a response.