Chapter 74

• The elevator door opens, and I find myself in the hallway of a condominium I built many years ago—a scene all too familiar.
• It's furnished minimalistically, precisely what people in this area love, just like the others I've built in Miami. It's slick, with grey-painted industrial doors on the apartments, white walls in the hallways, and polished concrete flooring.
• Even before the building was constructed, Zoey's father had made a down payment on an apartment there. What was that? I scour my thoughts. Five years prior? Six? Indeed. The sixth building I had worked on was also the tallest at the time.