Floyd's POV
The penthouse was quiet when I got home, just the noise of the city through the windows.
Kim was curled up on the couch in leggings and an oversized sweater, her laptop open, wine glass half-empty beside her. She looked up when I walked in.
"You're finally back." She closed her laptop. "Just got home from the gallery an hour ago. How'd the visitation go?"
I dropped my keys on the counter. "Bad."
She tilted her head. "Bad how?"
"He wouldn't even look at me." The words tasted bitter. "The second the session ended, he ran to Hailey like I was some kind of monster or something. He didn't look back once."
Kim set aside her wine glass. "Well that was expected."
I poured myself a scotch, definitely a mistake after the drinks with Mason, and sat beside her.
"He wouldn't talk
