I’m typing away on my phone as I wait for the elevator to get to the highest floor of the apartment building. My suitcase is leaning on the wall of the elevator and it’s around seven in the evening.
I did make up my mind to come to the house, and I felt should come earlier than he wanted me to because I’m just not a fan of doing what he asks me to do. There wasn’t anyone around and since I don’t know most of his cars I couldn’t know if he was in or not, so I just tried my luck. I just hope if he isn’t around then at the very least there's someone to let me into the house. The lady at the reception downstairs told me I could just go in; since I’m his wife they kind of expected me.
My phone buzzes and it’s him. I crease my brows as I pick it.
“Hey.”
“I was told you’re coming up?” He asks
