Lena's Pov
I woke up to Ethan loudly packing his bag in the bedroom. The sound of the zipper closing echoed as a finality. He quickly kissed my forehead and said that his mom needed him home for his sister's baby shower. "I'll be back Sunday night," he added as he grabbed his keys. "Be good, Lena. Love you."
"Love you too," I responded softly, watching him leave the apartment without breakfast. The door clicked shut behind him, and the apartment then fell silent, aside from the steady hum of the refrigerator. Noah's door remained closed, and I decided to make coffee for myself because pretending everything was normal felt necessary.
He came out around ten o’clock, wearing gym shorts and a faded T-shirt. His bed hair was tousled into a cute, messy look. "Is Ethan gone?" he asked, immedi
