Late at night, I returned to my apartment in the East Quarter.
Baxter was lying by the entryway, waiting for me. When he saw me come in, his tail started wagging nonstop. I bent down and patted his head. A satisfied sound came from his throat as his wet nose rubbed against my palm.
This apartment had been left to me by my mother. It was more than five thousand square feet, with a full view of Grandview Park. When Adrian moved in seven years ago, he said, "I have never lived in such a nice house in my life." His eyes sparkled as he said it, like a child who had found treasure. At the time, I thought I would give him something even better—the best things in the world.
Now that I thought about it, he had indeed benefited from me all along.
But all he had ever wanted was my money.
My phon
