Chapter 17
Karl closed his apartment door and leaned against it. Returning a day early hadn't stopped his boss from glaring at him for the time off every time he saw her. He glanced around the postcard-sized living room, kitchen jammed along one wall, fading sunlight from his bedroom, the only window in the place. Even a few days spent in the vivid surroundings of Waldron's Gate made this dump look like a glorified faded brown closet.
Plain wooden floors that needed polishing, scuffed walls, a rundown blue couch and chair the last occupant abandoned. A couple of scarred tables, nothing to speak of for decoration. He'd always meant to get a rug for the floor when he came back from spending time in his parents' tastefully decorated home. A few paintings for the walls. At least a tablecloth
