Mark’s POV
“Well, look who the cat dragged in,” Corina smirks at me a few days later when Rob and I pay her a visit in her most recent apartment. It’s a pretty small apartment and with very little furniture. Corina indicates that Rob and I should sit in some folding chairs set up next to a card table. “Can I get either of you anything to drink?”
Robert’s eyes bulge out in terror, and he shakes his head no very vigorously. I recall that the last time he was given something to drink from my ex, she had drugged him and slept with him. Thus the reason for our current conundrum.
“No, thank you,” I decline politely.
“Suit yourself,” she replies, and fills a glass with ice cubes from a cheap looking plastic ice cube tray, and water from a pitcher in the refrigerator. “I can only aff
