3
PRESENT
Open the door.
Don’t open the door.
Open the door.
Lexi held the silver doorknob in her palm, indecision distorting her features. The lock had already been clicked to an open status with the metal key still sticking out from the hole. Her bright purple luggage lay against the blue and cream patterned carpet. She had made it this far. There was no turning back. Taking a deep breath, Lexi twisted the handle and shoved the door open to Jack’s apartment in Atlanta.
Lexi hoisted her carry-on bag to her shoulder and threw her purse on top of it. She pushed her rolling suitcase through the open door and into the living room. She recognized the brown suede furniture he had owned in college. The furniture faced a mounted flat screen with several video game consoles underneath and su
