Nina’s POV:
But, I know Matt is still afraid, so I’ll give him some time.
Walking upstairs got harder because my knees are always hurting. I went into the bedroom and put away the laundry. When I finish, I walk out with the basket passing Matt’s office.
It’s odd, but ever since we moved here, I’ve never been inside his home office. No, I’ve never been inside the office back at the penthouse.
I place the basket down, twisting the doorknob open to see a standard office door. Pacing around the office room, my eyes scan every corner. A smile crossed my lips when I saw the cleanly neat stack of Matt’s favorite book on the shelf. I grab one and flip through it, realizing it’s a book of poetry.
Placing it back inside, I continue walking around, snooping one may say.
I’m bored, so y
