Chapter 11

The bedroom was cool when I opened the doors. Twelve-foot high ceilings and French doors leading out to a private balcony gave the room a sense of grandeur. I had chosen to decorate the room with blacks and reds. The floor was done in hardwood and we’d put the bed on a white area rug. Along the left wall, one door opened to the master bath and the adjoining closet. My vanity table was against the wall between the doors.

I kicked my pumps off in the general direction of the closet. Wearing heels was something I loathed, but my height required it. Even in four-inch stilettos, I was still a head shorter than all of the other lawyers at Ellis, Harding, & Yè