CHAPTER 33
Ava entered the door, opening a fingerprint-enabled lock quietly. The mixed aroma of appetizing dishes and her favorite minty and woodsy scent invaded her nostrils as soon as she entered the unit.
She closed her eyes, took a whiff, and indulged in both scents. She wondered what she would like to taste first. Would it be the dishes that smelled so mouthwatering or the man cooking the dishes? No doubt, she would choose the man. Her husband. The yummiest man she knew.
Ava slowly made her way toward the only thing that separated the kitchen from the huge living room–the elegant crystal shelf. Without that classy divider, the open floor plan would remain unobstructed from end to end. Anyone opening the front door would see outright the whole unit. She knew it was her father witho
