I got up and took the cup to the kitchen and rinsed it and put it in the drying rack.
The hallway outside had been quiet all day. I'd come and gone twice, once in the morning to pick up a package from the lobby and once in the early evening when I'd gone out for food. Both times the door across the hall had been closed and still in the way that felt different from someone being home and quiet. I couldn't have explained the distinction if someone had asked me to. I just knew it.
He hadn't been home.
I didn't know where he was and it wasn't my business where he was. He was my neighbour and nothing else. He was a man I had a history with who had walked into my life through a coincidence and kissed me in my apartment on my first night here and then stood in my hallway the next morning like
