~HELENA~
"Uncle Henry! Uncle Henry!"
Jason and Ryan practically trampled me in their excitement, barreling past as we walked into Henry's luxurious apartment. Their voices echoed off the high ceilings, full of joy and anticipation.
The last time I was here, it had been a brief tour. I'd been too happy that Henry was back in our lives to really look at the place… too grateful that he was successful, that he could help us.
Now, as I stepped inside, my stomach twisted.
I saw it for what it was: high-end luxury.
Floor-to-ceiling windows dominated one entire wall, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline that must have cost a fortune in rent alone.
Original artwork hung on the walls, pieces I recognised from articles I'd read about contemporary artists whose work sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars. A grand piano sat in the corner, polished to a mirror shine, looking like it had never been played.
