Adria moved through the rooms that had a few hours earlier been wall-to-wall with people. She walked through the dark spaces, previously filled with light and laughter, and sat on a piece of furniture that wasn’t hers. Nothing around here was hers.
Tomorrow, the staff would remove everything and put her home back together.
They would load out tables, chairs, art, and pedestals. In a few hours’ time, it would be like the party had never happened.
Jonathan would leave her alone. The Triune were out of her life. Bryson, Kaydon and Seth would walk out her front door.
Things would be back to normal.
Adria hugged her knees into her chest. Acutely aware of how much she didn’t want normal.
Opening her email, she found the numbers from Frances.
Landen Fitzwilliam
6.5
Chet Brester
3.75
Ignacio Canty
3.6
Boaz Broussard
4.8
Teo Polaris
outbid
Lawton Kemp
4.68
Violette Mackinley
3.9
Winton Alford
4.5
Charlene Barton
5.1
Brett Bertam
3.9
Ely Corneilius
5.95
Emilee Tillman