ELLA STOPPED IN FRONT of her building. Lowering her window, she showed Mark where to find the visitors’ parking lot, and then, she drove to her parking spot.
They met again in front of the door leading into the building, and she used her card key to let him inside, where she greeted the concierge.
“Hi, Tom, you’ve got the late shift again, I see.”
“Yes, ma’am. Dean had to go away for two days, and I needed the hours,” the old man said with a shrug.
Ella knew what he meant. Surviving in Toronto meant a lot of work and sacrifice.
“He’s my friend, Mark,” Ella explained to him when Tom’s eyes stopped on Mark, scrutinizing the younger man.
Tom nodded and looked after them when they went to the south elevators for their trip to the 24th floor.
“I suppose you have a great view from up ther
