Chapter Twelve
Tiffany
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IT WAS AFTER seven-thirty by the time I made it back to my one-bedroom apartment in Stanton, only twenty minutes away from the shop. At the last minute, I’d stopped at a video store, and picked up a movie, Safe Haven, which I’d been meaning to see for several months.
I set the movie on the coffee table, and grabbed the growing stack of bills from my counter. With a sigh, I fell into my mauve chaise, thankful I’d splurged for it the previous month. Everything else I owned was second-hand, including the eighties-style ugly, brown leather sofa sitting across from me. My next few checks would definitely go towards more new furnishings. If I was going to spend a lot of time alone in my apartment, at least I could enjoy the view.
As I finished opening the mai
