Chapter 19
SAWYER
It’s 4 A.M., the sky not yet cracking on the horizon. But I already know it’s going to be a long day.
My new babysitter Ben left hours ago, and I still haven’t gone to bed. Nursing my fifth beer of the night, I stumble around my newly renovated penthouse, my chest squeezing, fist pulsing as I glance up and out of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the stunning Sears Tower in the distance.
How silly it all seems now. How useless.
I’d toiled with architects for hours on every inch of space in this apartment. And yet, it meant nothing.
I had no one to share it with. At least, no one meaningful.
Not a woman or Dani or even Dad, and as my footsteps cover every yard of hardwood, I can’t help but feel how meaningless it all is.
To build a life…with only me in it.
The pent
