Abby
I step out of Marcus’ car and take a moment to take in the mansion that stands in front of me.
I still can’t believe that I used to call this place home. Hell, I designed almost all of it myself; the gardens, the fountain on the front walkway, the color of the shutters. They’re a soft sage green, a nice contrast from the red bricks. There’s ivy growing up the front, which is new. I like it.
Grabbing my bag, I follow Marcus up the front path and inside.
“Here we are,” Marcus says as he opens the door for me. “I have to attend a meeting, but make yourself at home.”
I nod and watch Marcus leave, then make my way toward the stairs. But as I pass by the dining room, my eyes widen in surprise.
Spread out on the dining table is an array of my favorite foods. My stomach rumbles at the
