Ever Since New York

Prologue.

I pace back and forth in the living room of our small apartment, waiting for Hero to return. I was one hundred percent sure about what I had seen.

There was no way it was wrong.

I knew we made a mistake.

This was the repercussion of it.

I jump when I hear the front door squeak open, and Hero storms into the apartment. Maybe now wasn't the best time to say anything. He seems like he's in a bad mood.

"Hey, how'd it go?" I ask, trying to calm my nerves.

"I don't want to talk about it." He snaps, then slams the bedroom door closed.

Come on, Jo. You have to tell him. Now.

I slowly knock on the door before opening it.

He sat on the bed, running his hands through his hair.

I let out a heavy sigh.

It's now or never.

"Hero," I begin. "I have something I need to tell you."