FAZER LOGINHenry's hands shook as he tried calling Andrea again.The phone rang and rang. No answer.He called again. And again. Each time it went to voicemail, each time his chest got tighter.He grabbed his keys and ran for the door. Before leaving he went to the drawer in his bedroom and pulled out a gun. Cold metal. Heavy. He had hoped he'd never need it after what happened with Lindsay and Caleb.He shoved it into the waistband of his jeans and covered it with his jacket.Then he was in his car within minutes, tires screeching as he pulled out of the parking garage.He pulled up Andrea's location on his phone's GPS tracker. The one he'd installed on her phone months ago for safety. The signal was coming from an uncompleted building on the east side of the city. An area he didn't recognize.His foot pressed harder on the accelerator.Every second felt like an eternity. Every red light felt like a personal attack. He ran three of them, his eyes fixed on the GPS, his mind racing through every
Andrea fell asleep on Mindy's couch while waiting for her to come back from her date.When Mindy arrived home late that night, she found Andrea curled up on the cushions, her breathing deep and even. Mindy covered her with a blanket and helped her move to the bedroom so she could sleep properly.In the morning Andrea woke up in Mindy's bed with the weight of everything pressing down on her again.She lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, thinking about going home. Thinking about facing Henry. The thought made her chest tight.Mindy came in with coffee and sat on the edge of the bed."You know, you can't keep running away forever," Mindy said gently. "You need to go home and talk to Henry. Actually talk to him. About everything."Andrea wrapped her hands around the coffee mug. "What if he's angry with me for staying out all night?""He's not angry," Mindy said. "He's worried sick. He kept blowing up my phone and Marcus’s phone the whole of last night. We had to turn off out ph
Across the city, Henry sat on the couch in the dark penthouse and waiting, wondering where she was. Wondering if she was okay.Neither of them knew where the other was. Both of them needed space but both of them were terrified that the space between them might be too wide to cross. He had turned off most of the lights hours ago. Now he just sat there with his phone in his hand, checking it every few minutes like it might tell him something new.Andrea hadn't come home.He had given her space like she asked. He had stayed at home and kept his distance. He had let her be, but now it was past nine o'clock and she still wasn't home, he was starting to feel the first edges of panic.He tried calling her.It went to voicemail.He tried again an hour later.Still voicemail.He typed out a text: Where are you? Are you okay?He stared at it for a long moment before deleting it. She needed space. She said she needed space. He wasn't going to push.But not knowing was eating him alive.He though
Henry came home to an empty penthouse. The silence greeted him before anything else.He stood in the kitchen looking at the space where Andrea had been sitting this morning. He waited, thinking maybe she would come home soon. Maybe she would walk through that door and they could talk.But hours passed and she didn't come home.He didn’t go to work, just tried to work at home. He sat at the dining table with his laptop but he couldn't focus on anything. His mind kept circling back to this morning, to Andrea's face, to her words about needing time. To the weight of everything that had happened.He checked his phone but there were no messages from her. He thought about calling but decided against it. She had asked for space and he was going to respect that. After all he was the one that hadn’t listened to her in the first place. If he hadn’t defended Serena all this time against Andrea, maybe they wouldn’t in this situation.********Meanwhile at Crestview, Andrea finished work and sat a
Serena opened the door and her face lit up when she saw Henry standing there. Then she saw his expression and her smile faltered."Henry. Hi. Come in." She stepped aside.Henry walked past her without any greeting. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were hard in a way she had never seen before.Once inside he didn't waste time on pleasantries."I remember everything from last night," he said. His voice was cold and steady. "The bar. You picking me up and what you said to me in the car."Serena's stomach dropped but she tried to play it casual. "I was just helping you. You were drunk and...""You told me Andrea didn't care about me." Henry's voice cut through her words. "You told me you were the one who loved me.""I was just trying to…""And I remember you trying to kiss me."Serena went very still.Henry stepped closer. "I remember pushing you away. I remember telling you no. I remember saying I wanted Andrea."Serena's face hardened. She didn't deny it anymore, she just looked at him
The morning light was soft through the penthouse windows when Andrea woke up with her hand still holding Henry's. She had fallen asleep on the couch sometime after midnight, refusing to leave him alone, afraid that if she let go he might disappear again.She looked at Henry's face while he slept. The anger from last night had softened slightly but it hadn't gone away. It was still there, sitting heavy in her chest.Henry stirred. His eyes opened slowly and for a moment he looked confused, like he was trying to remember where he was and how he got there. Then his expression shifted as the memories came back in blurs. The bar. The drinking. The darkness of the night.He looked at Andrea and his stomach dropped. She was still here."I'm sorry," he said immediately, his voice rough from sleep and alcohol."Go shower," Andrea said quietly. "We'll talk after."He nodded and went upstairs without arguing.While the water ran in the bathroom Andrea sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee she
The jazz band switched to a slower, softer melody, and the rooftop felt a little less like a battlefield. Marcus had wandered off with Henry for ten minutes to fix the lighting cue, leaving Andrea and Mindy alone at the high-top table again. Mindy was still grinning, scrolling through her phone lik
Andrea couldn't sleep. She'd spent the whole night tossing and turning her mind replaying the email from HR over and over until the words were burned into her brain.By the time her alarm went off at 6 AM, Andrea was already awake and absolutely livid. She got dressed with sharp, angry movements; p
Monday morning hit Andrea like a freight train. She'd spent the entire weekend trying and failing not to think about the elevator incident and now she had to face him at work.Andrea arrived at 8:55 AM, clutching her coffee like a lifeline. She'd finished the Hillcrest analysis on Sunday night, pri
Saturday MorningAndrea woke up to sunlight streaming through her bedroom window and the sound of her phone buzzing on the nightstand.She reached for it, squinting at the screen.Mindy: Morning! Picking you up in an hour. Grandma's expecting us at noon. Don't be late!Andrea groaned as she sat up,







