Tara’s POV
Five dollars. Two separate and independent floors complete with multiple rooms, a beautifully styled kitchen, a suspiciously tailored room for a young child, and an entire wall of made of glass that overlooked the twinkling lights of the city. All this, for five dollars?
The apartment sounded like a trap. The apartment looked like a trap. But I desperately wanted to believe that the wonderful slice of pie that had tripped and fallen into my hands was filled with glistening sugar instead of expected poison.
I needed some time. Making decisions in the heat of the moment was almost always a mistake. Right now, I was overwhelmed by shining splendor and needed air. Air and time.
“Let me think on it.” I said, my wariness seeping into my tone.
“I’ll be waiting for your call,”
