Chapter 58

• Y A S M E E N
• I hold my breath while pushing open the door and the moment my eyes lay on a perfectly normal, and clean apartment, I let myself breathe.
• This penthouse holds a lot of memories, good and bad. Seeing it look so... mundane is surprising. Obviously, there won't be a dead body sprawled across the carpet or blood splattered across the walls, or Marcus waiting for me to drive him insane. But it almost scared me to open the door.