ENZOI got home later than I meant to and the penthouse felt off in a way I could not name yet, so I called Julian before I had even put my keys down, already talking as it rang, already saying I was downstairs, already asking if he wanted dinner, and then I heard his phone going off down the hall and I stopped in the doorway with the call still against my ear.“Julian?” I said, to the empty living room and to the ringing at the same time. “If you’re here, why aren’t you answering me?”The ringing cut out when it went to voicemail, and I followed the sound to his door and tried the handle, and it did not give. I stood there with my forehead almost on the wood and knocked, not loud, because something in me already knew loud would make it worse.“Baby, it’s me. Open the door.”“I need space,” he said from the other side“Space from what?.” I tried the handle again, stupidly, as if it would have changed. “Julian, what’s wrong?”“I said I need space.”“That isn’t an answer.” I could hear
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