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I’m the asshole.
One last place to check.
The elevator to the apartment takes forever. I walk into the foyer and the apartment lights are all out, only the lowering sunlight from the windows spills into the space. Hurrying to Madison’s door, I knock and turn the knob. Nothing.
For a second, I’m completely dumbfounded that the door didn’t open and try the knob again. When I realize it’s locked, I try the number on the keypad and still nothing.
Fuck. She locked it and put in a new code. I knock, but still don’t get any response. Fuck.
“Madison?” I yell at the door. “Are you in there?”
I blow out a frustrated breath and take my phone out of my pocket. I just want to make sure she didn’t leave. That she’s safe. That she didn’t make herself a target because of me.
Me:
Are you okay?
This door hasn’t been locked the entire time she’s been with us. She doesn’t want to see me, but I need to know if she’s okay. I need to know she’s still here. After a minute with no reply, I open a text to Blake.
Me:
Robert still with you?
Blake:
I’m seeing him out right now. Problem?
My gaze lingers on the closed door.
Me:
Maybe.
Blake:
Where?
Me:
Apartment. Her door is locked.
He doesn’t respond, but I don’t expect him to. He knows what this means. I take in a breath and slide down the wall next to her door. I open a text to Noah.
Me:
Have you heard from her?
Noah:
Not yet.
My head hangs as I try to think how I’d feel if she didn’t trust me. The only time I gave her any doubt was when I kissed Elizabeth, and she was right to feel betrayed. I betrayed what we were growing, and she forgave me, but this…
Me:
Princess, please.
Me: