Arabel's POV
The whole place is in pitch darkness, and I wonder why.
I haven't been here in weeks, and I guess because of Richard's absence, the maintenance office might have been complacent.
With a long hiss leaving my mouth, I flash on my phone torch, holding firmly onto Daisy as we ascend the staircase.
“Mommy,” Daisy groans, and I pick her up immediately. She was already asleep at Ashley's, but the moment I picked her up so we could come here, she woke up.
She was constantly asking me about her dad's health. As we drove here, I was sure to satisfy all of her curiosity.
As soon as we are in front of the door, my gaze shifts to Richard's apartment while panting.
Pity gnaws at my heart.
I doubt if he even remembers living with her. With me as his next-door neighbor.
When I sent him that message about spending the night here, I expected him to call to ask which penthouse, but he hasn't, and I assume he hasn't seen my message.
I wonder what he is up to.
Probably trying to rectify whate
