Chapter THIRTY-TWO

DESTINY

Rain poured from the skies. Fucking spring.

But the gray damp matched the way I felt inside. I watched the branches bend with the wind as wetness cloaked the city.

The floor to ceiling windows were phenomenal, and I was really going to miss the view. But it was never mine to keep.

Just like him.

Boxes had arrived from Vegas with the rest of my belongings, and I kept them stacked by the elevator. It would be easy to get them delivered once I had a permanent address.

I’d already packed the few articles of clothing I’d brought with me. But I noticed a smaller box on the floor next to the others and I picked it up, frowning at how light it was.

“What is this?” I murmured, using my hands to peel off the duct tape.

It was the regular silver kind and not the beige threaded packing tape on the other boxes. Frowning harder, I opened the box and winced when I saw the four-inch stilettos I’d thought I left back at Lux inside.