I follow the numbers on the doors until I find the right one and stop just outside of it. Nerves flutter in my stomach. What if he doesn’t want to see me? I roll my wrists and crack my fingers while I stare at his door, working up the nerve to open it. I hate that I question everything. He fucking married me, but I still don’t know if he wants to see me. Just do it. Go in. Maybe he’s asleep anyway.
