Chapter 10

I rolled my eyes around. Not a single picture or painting can be seen on the plain wall of his unit. Ironically, he doesn’t have a television inside. A large makeup table with bulbous glasses should be in place.

Scattered on the floor in Irah’s spacious living room were a variety of colorful pairs of high-heeled shoes. I didn’t want to accidentally kick any of her shoes into oblivion, under the sea of mess, so, I stopped just a few steps from the door.

Irah closed the door behind me. He bit his lip for a moment as he looked around before he gently pushed me back.

"Come...