Tracy’s POV
The cigarette ash dropped onto the my apartment floor. I didn’t bother to sweep it up. Sky wasn’t here to complain about the mess, and the thought brought a small, cold measure of pleasure. Nick was asleep in the next room, satisfied and oblivious to the chaos I had just engineered.
It had only been weeks since I watched Sky’s pathetic breakdown, since Nick called her boring, and since I set the debt collectors on her. It was the most satisfying, clean win I had ever experienced.
I leaned against the counter, the memory of the
hospital vivid in my mind. The smell of antiseptic, the low hum of machines. I hadn’t actually gone in. I stood outside Sky’s room, listening. But I saw Mr. Reed, Sky’s new boss! So fine.
He was standing by the nurses’ station, demanding answers. He
