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 stretched from floor to ceiling. A terrace with a view of the city that looked like a painting.
“This unit has been listed for rent,” Mr. Evans said. “It’s premium.”
I walked slowly through the rooms, touching the counter, looking out at the skyline, feeling the quiet luxury of a space that didn’t apologize for existing.
“Cancel the listing,” I said.
