Hillary
Georgia and Leo booked an Airbnb in Boston for me and partly because Leo has business here too. From what I’ve heard, he never stays in one place. He owns houses in over ten states. Georgia suspects he’s not just an artist as he claims, and I agree.
He does bad stuff.
But as long as she’s safe, I don’t care.
Leo’s hosting a gathering today. Georgia begged me to come since she doesn’t know anyone and wants company. I told her it depended on Ben, and luckily, he agreed. I just can’t stay longer than an hour and thirty minutes.
“Here, thank you,” I say to the cab driver as he pulls up at the curb.
I step out, walk into the building, and take the elevator to the 17th floor, their apartment for the week.
The moment I walk in, I get it. It looks like a full-on party in the middle
