of its life. His shoes were polished to a mirror shine. On his wrist was a Rolex that cost more than my car.
Hanging onto his arm like an expensive accessory was Chloe. She was younger, blonde, and dressed in a way that screamed “I have money” without whispering “I have taste.” Logos were everywhere—Gucci belt, Prada bag, Chanel sunglasses perched atop continue reading …
