“Alright, I guess.” Abby smiles her all white teeth, neat in her mouth from the braces she used to have.“Thank you daddy,” she squeals, roundi...g the corner to give him a hug.He watches her back out of the driveway, smiling all the while. Abigail has always been a good kid. From the day she was born to two loving parents, she hardly ever cried. She's a good listener, and isn’t one to talk back. She’s a happy person, despite all the unfortunate circumstances she’s lived through. She lost her. Why do you have a management company?" Well it's easier for taxes and also for privacy." But why do it at all? Are you that scared of telemarketers or Jehovah witnesses? And this place, its got to cost more than a Picasso in rent every month," Well it's not rented. I own it." I am not a smart man. I think I have proven that. Are you rich? Are you an heiress or something?" Luke asked."I'm not an heiress, but I do own Grafix." Own Grafix. Like own, own. The way I own my Ron Popeil Sausage Stuffer. Mom cried, of course, when I told her but she didn't try very hard to argue me out of my decision that it was time for me to try living on my own. The next couple of weeks were busy with seeing my regular clients and moving things from my house to my apartment. Mom drove the car into the city loaded with clothes and things and got the 'tour' of what was basically one room and a bath on a Saturday I'd told Danny I'd been asked to work. Now I had a reason I could stay in the city at night so. As they make their way around the gardens they begin chatting, catching up over the events of the last year. One of the things Ava loved about the nursing home was the amount of history the grounds had. The main building was a mansion dating over hundreds of years. It had been converted to a nursing home after the one and only heir died while fighting in the First World War. The grounds were then used as a military hospital before being abandoned and falling into disrepair after the conflict.