What do you do when you have unlimited funds available to you in New York?
You sit at the top of your tower and never do anything.
I’d been bombarded with so much during my first few weeks with Atticus. The life I led was flipped upside down, turned inside out, and shaken like a snow globe. Trapped in a confusing place. If I didn’t have to work, what did I do with myself?
Cooking and cleaning were out—someone else took care of that.
The one upside was that I’d gotten into a great exercise routine due to sheer boredom combined with the incredible private gym that sat twenty-two floors below my eight-thousand-square-foot prison. Though, I had run into Genevieve a few times. It was almost becoming a pattern. We ran in silence next to each other on the treadmills. Even while running, she w
