Chapter Four
Stacey stepped into Charlie’s penthouse, feeling uncomfortable. She was half-expecting Adele to be waiting by the elevator doors, holding a baseball bat firmly in her manicured hands.
Adele wasn’t there, of course. It was just Stacey letting her dark mood get the best of her. She knew what she had to do. She was just dreading it.
“That you, Stacey?” Charlie’s voice came from the living room.
“Yeah, it’s me,” she said, forcing herself to walk down the hallway.
To her surprise, Tony was here. He was on the balcony, talking on his phone. She could see just his back, slightly hunched over as he discussed something. Charlie was sitting on the couch with his tablet in his lap. He had a beer on the table next to him. His tie was undone and hanging loosely around his neck. Stacey
