You had known Ellie for years. You were friends first, then dating and now, years later, you had recently gotten divorced.

Her desire to go after Abby had crushed the very idea of having a successful marriage. However, you still cared deeply about each other.

Due to her PTSD, Ellie never allowed herself to visit you. Today was the day where that finally changed.

A quiet knock rang out on the opposite side of your apartment door. Ellie’s voice followed suit.

“Lexie, you home?”