Chapter 60: Crossroads

The streetlights flickering on, his car creeping by that familiar brownstone for the third time—each pass felt like a twist of the knife in his gut. He just couldn't make it in time to drive away. This building, with its ornate cornices and wrought-iron fire escapes, had been the center of his attention. ion. Now it was a monument mocking everything that was once his. His eyes focused on that third-floor window—one he knew to be her old apartment. But where, half-expecting and half-hoping, he would see the warm glow of her reading lamp, there was only darkness. The window was bare, devoid of all the colors Olivia had loved. With a sinking feeling, Nathan realized the truth he had been avoiding: Olivia had moved. She had, of course. Why would she stay in the one apartment where they had so many memories? In that one apartment—one in which he had broken her heart? He pulled over to the side, killed the engine, and let his head fall back against the headrest. What was he doing here?