The House on 89th

Ruthie's POV

The change is a whirlwind. It’s so fast. One day Eliot is griping about our soulless, glass-box-in-the-sky apartment and the next he’s signing papers on a townhouse. "It’s an inheritance, darling," he said, kissing my temple. "Tangled up in probate for years. It just cleared. It’s ou...

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