15-05-2021-052358It-Ends-with-Us

idea if I should knock or just go inside. For all I know, someone could
live here. Probably one of her people.
I knock on the door and hear footsteps from the other side.
I’m shocked when the door swings open and Ryle is standing in
front of me.
“Hey,” I say, confused. “What are you doing here?”
He grins and leans against the doorframe. “I live here. What are
you doing here?”
I glance at the pewter number plate next to the door and then
back at him. “What do you mean you live here? I thought you lived
with me. You’ve had your own apartment this whole time?” I would
think an entire apartment would be something a husband would
bring up to his wife at some point. It’s a little unnerving.
Actually, it’s ludicrous and deceptive. I think I might be really
angry at him right now.
Ryle laughs and pushes off the doorframe. Now he’s filling up the
entire doorway as he lifts his hands to the frame over his head and
grips it. “I haven’t really had a chance to tell you about this
apartment, considering I just signed the paperwork on it this
morning.”
I take a step back. “Wait. What?”
He reaches for my hand and pulls me inside the apartment.
“Welcome home, Lily.”
I pause in the foyer.
Yes. I said foyer. There is a foyer.
“You bought an apartment?”
He nods slowly, gauging my reaction.
“You bought an apartment,” I repeat.
He’s still nodding. “I did. Is that okay? I figured since we live
together now we could use the extra room.”
I spin in a slow circle. When my eyes land on the kitchen, I pause.
It’s not as big as Allysa’s kitchen, but it’s just as white and almost as
beautiful. There’s a wine cooler and a dishwasher, two things my own
apartment doesn’t have. I walk into the kitchen and look around,
scared to touch anything. Is this really my kitchen? This can’t be my
kitchen.