6
Cady
By Friday, I’ve given up on Jett completely. I get home around eight at night, carrying a huge stack of legal briefs. I’m completely exhausted as I climb the stairs to my Midtown condo. When I get to the door, it’s a struggle to shift the briefs around enough to dig my keys out of my purse and unlock the door.
I finally get inside and dump the briefs on my kitchen island. I toe off my black heels, feeling relief as my bare feet hit the cool cement. Is there anything better than taking your shoes off after a long day?
I immediately go to pour myself a glass of a nice pinot noir. Milo greets me, persistently rubbing against my ankles. I set my wine glass down and spend a minute opening a can of cat food and plating it for him. He goes nuts as soon as he hears me get the can down f
