The cab stopped outside the house she had finally lost to the bank. Its elegant exterior shows the artistic beauty of the architect's mind. She stood for a while just staring at it. Loved the place all over again just like she had done the first day she saw it. The house was any real estate agent's wet dream. She had found it with difficulty only with the aid of her job as an agent.
She didn't have the funds, 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.
