Julian’s apartment had changed a lot in the last few days. He wasn’t sure how long it would have taken him to think of redecorating if Rafi hadn’t called his attention to it—but once he’d started ripping things out, it had been hard to stop. He’d spent so long surrounded by things he hated. He would never, ever live that way again.
So Rafi’s surprised gawking, as they entered, was gratifying. The spiky sculpture in the foyer had been replaced by a Grecian-style mother and child—sentimental, perhaps, but a better match for the marble-and-glass room—and the chipped catchall bowl had been replaced with a key hook. The floor was spotless.
“Isn’t she pretty?” Julian mumbled as they passed the statue. His speech was finally starting to go, despite his best efforts. “I don’t put my hats on her.
