The morning sunlight stretched lazily across the city skyline as Sam stood in front of Selena's apartment door with a crumpled paper bag in one hand and a chocolate milkshake in the other. It was a small peace offering. He wasn't even sure she'd accept, but he brought it anyway. He had barely slept the night before, his mind spinning around the image of her tearful face, her unreadable silence, the word pregnant echoing between them.
He knocked. Once. Then twice. He waited.
Nothing.
"Selena," he called out softly, pressing his forehead to the door. "Hey... it's me. Can we talk?"
Still, silence.
He shifted awkwardly from foot to foot and glanced at his watch. Ten minutes had passed. Worry began gnawing at his gut. Maybe she left early? Maybe she was still angry, ignoring him on purpose? Or, his heart picked up speed, maybe something had happened to her?
He knocked louder. "Selena! Come on, just let me talk to you. Please."
The quiet behind the door was deafening.
