I got home late that evening and found Levi sitting in my living room.
He was stretched out on the sofa with his laptop open on the coffee table in front of him. Several files sat beside him and a half-finished cup of coffee rested near his elbow. He looked up the moment I stepped into the penthouse and immediately frowned.
"What are you doing home?" he asked.
I dropped my handbag on the console table and walked further into the apartment.
"What do you mean?"
"I thought you would still be with Vincent."
I shook my head and sat down across from him.
"No."
He studied my face for a moment and something in my expression must have told him the answer already.
"What happened?"
I leaned back against the sofa and released a slow breath. "I decided to move on."
Levi remained silent.
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