"She was more beautiful than thy first love."
William Butler Yeats, A Dream Of Death
Anger and fear crept inside me. Evan could tell that I was upset and hurriedly explained more.
"I paid your rent for the next year earlier today. Clark permitted me to make a few alterations to the apartment for you. I also hired the groundskeeper's wife to come in and clean a couple of times a week for you. Nothing huge, but mopping these floors has to be a chore. Her name is Maggie and she's a trustworthy person."
I guess he'd noticed the collection of dust bunnies in the corners of my apartment after all. Well, f**k. I should have been excited, but instead, the icy burn of outrage and terror curled into my stomach. "Clark gave you a key to my front door?" I asked, enunciating each word for emphasis
