Cedric
I pushed open the door to my apartment, still replaying the awkward taxi ride in my head. The walk home had done little to clear the strange heaviness in my chest.
Then I stopped dead.
Gwen was sitting on my couch.
She was still wearing the same soft hoodie she had used the night she first showed up at my door, her hair slightly messy, legs tucked under her. For a second I just stared, completely frozen.
“What the—” I shut the door behind me, eyes wide. “Gwen? How did you get in here? How do you know my door passcode?”
She looked up, a little sheepish but more concerned than guilty. “Your sister’s hospital bracelet was still on the table last time I was here… and you wrote the code on a sticky note near the door once. I remembered.” She stood up quickly, worry filling her eyes
