Robin, too, was utterly flummoxed. Shelly’s heroic tale of rescuing Mark at the cost of her leg was well-known in the office. But here Robin was, staring at Shelly’s decidedly not-lame leg and feeling really lost.
Shelly recovered quickly. “Come in,” she said with a placid flair, as though nothing earth-shattering had happened at all.
Arianne had to give props to the unit Mark had bought for Shelly. A wide, roomy corridor led from the entrance to a living room furnished and designed to invoke the feeling of wholesomeness and the hearth. The open-concept kitchen seemed European-inspired. The large French windows in the living room allowed one to overlook the bustling city streets outside.
Shelly poured two cups of water for them. “And here I thought Mark would rather keep all of this from you.”
“Oh, he tried,” Arianne replied flatly, taking the cup. “For that, he even started avoiding me these past few days. I managed to find out about him purchasing a unit in this condominium by myself, though, and I guessed it was for you, so I came here today to see for myself. He came home very late that fateful night, you know. Looked completely out of sorts. I bet that was the day when he finally found you, wasn’t it? So, are you gonna tell me what the heck is going on? And why is your leg...?”
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