~Donna's POV~
I stepped out of the elevator into the dimly lit hallway of Jamal's apartment building, the kind of urban high-rise that screamed 'trying too hard' with its exposed brick walls and fake industrial pipes. My heart was pounding, a mix of nerves and that familiar ache I'd been ignoring for weeks.
We hadn't seen each other since that blowout fight two months ago, something stupid about him flirting with his coworker at that office party, or at least that's how it felt to me. He'd sworn it was nothing, but the seed of doubt had taken root, festering into this endless loop of texts that went nowhere and calls that ended in silence. Tonight, we were supposed to hash it out, finally talk like adults. Or so I told myself as I smoothed down my tight black dress, the one that hugged
