The office space was exactly what Trent had been looking for. It was newly renovated, close to Bree’s apartment and the apartment complex he’d been thinking of renting a home in, and not too far from Bree’s studio where she practiced and recorded her music. It seemed like a really good deal, if he was going to go through with this.

“It comes completely furnished,” the realtor told him. She was a tall, thin woman who was probably old enough to be his mother but still insisted on looking at him in a way that made him slightly uncomfortable. “Best of all is the view from the large office in...