When you break up, it's over, right? You go your separate ways and a cop doesn't come and drop the ex at your place. Right?

Unless that ex's name is still on the lease.

Now, I'm face-to-face with the dumb jerk who messed up things between us until we took a 'break' because we couldn't even talk anymore.

Except...darn it, I still love him.

Now to get through quarantine with both of us alive and our sanity intact.