Chapter 22
I box up the Bateman. Tears dry on my face. Why was I crying? It's beautiful, yet I hate everything about it. Leland bought the limited edition the day after he'd spent the entire weekend with one of his floozies. Not that I cared who he slept with, but the idea he bought something for me then decided to place it in his study still stings.
I stood at the door after dinner, watching him unbox it. The process was quite involved. He had to take care not to damage the frame while carefully separating the boards along each corner and then at the back. I'd offered to help, but he said he could do it by himself. Besides, it was a surprise. Something special he'd seen that he knew I would love.
Balancing it against the back of his chair, so the picture was faced away from me, he took
