SOFIA
A week later
I stepped off the elevator walking toward the front door as Jerry stood at the door laughing with other residents as they left. “Miss Chambers, how are you doing? I know that the bomb scare was rough.”
“I’m fine, Jerry, thanks for asking. The police are still investigating; they even added around-the-clock security when I leave this place or go to the studio, but I declined.”
“That decline wouldn’t have anything to do with Mr. Fuertes?” he quipped.
“Something like that. I’m moving in with him soon; I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m heading out for the evening.”
“Be safe.” He waved goodbye and I waved and smiled back at him as Leonardo held the door of the stretch limo open. It was a beautiful Saturday night and couples were out walking. I checked my watch. It just turned
