CHAPTER THREE
Morgan got off the elevator on the fifth floor and stared down the hallway of his apartment building. No wonder he spent so much time at the hospital. Blank walls marred only by the occasional scrape from someone’s bicycle as they’d wheeled it out of the building. Blank doors on each side. No windows. No skylights. No personality. It was a place for people who were passing through, the only marks they made accidental, anonymous.
Home should be a refuge, a place to replenish and reenergize. His characterless generic apartment was anything but that. It was one more thing that drained him, that sucked the marrow right out of his bones. Night after night, he convinced himself that it was temporary, but he was pretty certain that tonight’s conversation with Ashley would put an e
