Chapter 3
ELSIE
Brett’s place is beautiful. Surprisingly so.
Less than one hour after showing up on the doorstep of his dimly lit tattoo shop, I set foot inside his spacious penthouse, heart pounding, palms sweating as I take my first foray into the home of a man I never thought I’d have to see again.
I’m not knowledgeable about apartments, but from what I’ve heard, a place this size, this swanky, has to cost a fortune. And I had no idea he was doing so well.
My text to Kayla led to a brief call and though we ended it in our usual “Love you more/Love you best” fashion, I never asked how Brett was faring, how he was making ends meet in a place considered among the most expensive in the world. Turns out his ends weren’t just meeting; they were tonguing each other down. Theirs was a ser
