Chapter 148

He was here and didn’t wake me? Disappointed, I sag against the cabinet. But for the gentle hum of the refrigerator, the loft is quiet.

I look at my watch. It’s six. Part of me wants to call him. Ask him why the hell he didn’t wake me and tell me he’d be leaving again. Then I remember he has no reason to do so. He’s made no commitments to me.

My stomach growls and I realize I didn’t have dinner last night. I go in search of something to eat. In the pantry, I find the box of granola cereal he bought just for me and serve myself a bowl.

Food in hand, I move to peer out one of the large windows at the city below. A window washer is out there, hard at work, hanging on a Bonsun’s chair.Ottis, reads the embroidered name on his gray uniform. I tap my spoon against the spot in front of him. He makes no sign of hearing it. The glass must be pretty thick, because as busy as the street seems, with bumper-to-bumper traffic, pedestrians, and packed shops, none of the sound reaches the tenth floor.