Pulling up to her apartment complex, Henry parked the car and took a deep breath.
Whatever this meeting was about, he would face it with a level head. He couldn't allow old emotions to cloud his judgment, not when it came to Carla.
The moment Henry pressed the doorbell, the sound echoed briefly before the door swung open. Before he could even say a word, Carla threw herself into his arms, catching him off guard.
"Henry, please help me forget about him. I'm in a mess right now, and I don't know what to do!" Carla sobbed, clutching his shirt tightly as if holding onto him would anchor her to reality.
Henry froze, his arms hovering awkwardly at his sides. He hadn't expected this level of desperation. "Carla, calm down," he said gently, though his voice carried a firm edge. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back just enough to look at her tear-streaked face.
