I let James inside. My best friend Mary’s dickhead of a boyfriend is back in her life again. “I’m only letting you in because Mary’s my best friend,” I say bluntly, crossing my arms as he steps through the doorway. “She’ll be back in a few hours and will hopefully take you away from here.” “Nice to meet you too, Grace,” he replies, his tone dripping with sarcasm. I turn and walk into the kitchen of the apartment, and he f...