The cab stopped outside the house she had finally lost to the bank. Its elegant exterior showing the artistic beauty of the architect's mind. She stood for a while just staring at it. Loving the place all over again just like she had done the first day she saw it. The house was any real estate agents wet dreams. She had found it with difficulty only with the aid of her job as an agent.
She didn't have the funds to get it not even if she sold her kidneys. But the bank had given her an offer she had dived on without thinking twice. Now the stupid urges of a spoilt boy had cost her everything. And if Floyd was to die by some twisted hand of fate, it would cost her everything and a little bit more.
