"Marcus." Her voice was quiet, strained. "Can we talk? Please?"
"We're talking now."
"I mean in person. I'm at the apartment. Our apartment. I thought maybe you'd want to come get your things. We could... talk. Try to figure this out."
Marcus hesitated. Going to the apartment meant entering Ashford territory. But he did need his computer, his work files, his belongings.
"I'll be there in an hour," he said.
"Okay. Thank you. I'll... I'll see you then."
She hung up. Marcus paid for his clothes and caught a cab to Manhattan, to the expensive building where Victoria had picked out their "perfect" home.
The doorman recognized him—a tall man with a thick mustache who'd always looked at Marcus like he didn't belong there. "Mr. Kane. Welcome back. Mrs. Kane is expecting you."
Marcus rode t
