Nine
Wyatt
It’s been five days and I haven’t seen or heard anything from Brooklyn. There’s been no noise from her apartment. I haven’t heard the door open or shut.
I should check on her.
I open my door, staring across the empty hallway at her door.
It’s none of my business.
That’s not true. Her grandma literally made me promise to check on her.
Her happiness is none of my business. There’s nothing I can do that will make her feel better.
That’s true.
I shut my door.
