Chapter Twenty-Eight
Zac didn’t miss the way Sean took in the tiny one-bedroom apartment Annie had lived in. It really was plain, nothing special, with concrete block walls painted white, tweed furniture from the eighties, and pressboard tables and dressers, bargain basement and cheap. It was clean, though, and Zac knew it was what Annie could afford comfortably. As Annie had said repeatedly to both him and Diane, it was close to work, and it was a roof over her head, which had been all she needed.
Sean tossed the boxes he’d picked up from a local supermarket on the floor. “Well, let’s pack everything up and get the hell out of here.” He was shaking his head as walked into the bedroom and then the bath. “She really didn’t have much with her.”
“She did the best she could, Sean. Does it r
