Anthony poured himself a rather large glass of whiskey and collapsed into his favorite chair in his office. When he’d bought this penthouse apartment six years ago, he’d thought he and Elise would eventually buy or build a house of their own. Maybe in Seattle, or maybe outside the city if they wanted more space.
He hadn’t planned to still be living here after his divorce. After he’d found Elise cheating on him, he’d not only served her with divorce papers, but he’d purged the entire place of her very presence: from the pictures she’d hung on the walls to the random accouterments in her bedside drawer, to the array of soaps, lotions, and perfumes scattered across the master bathroom counter. Elise had taken a lot of her things. Anything she’d left behind Anthony had had his housekeeper tos
