The Apartment I Had Outgrown Without Realizing It
On the way home, I drove past buildings I had always considered “for other people.” Sleek glass towers. Doormen. Lobbies that smelled like flowers instead of cleaning supplies.
A thought came to me, so simple it made me laugh once, quietly, in the car.
Why am I still living like I’m waiting to be invited into my own life?
That afternoon, I visited one of my properties downtown. An office building with a manager I rarely bothered. Mr. Evans greeted me like I was royalty.
“Mrs. Herrera,” he said. “It’s an honor. Is everything all right?”
“I’d like to see the top floor unit,” I said. “The penthouse.”
His eyes widened. “Of course.”
We rode the elevator up in silence. The doors opened into a space that took my breath away. Sunlight. Windows that
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