The Man I Mourned Is Watching Me From Across The Street

Synopsis

My rented boyfriend, Arthur Finch, had a deep scar on the inside of his left wrist. He claimed it was an accident from cutting fruit. But I knew a mark like that only came from a blade slicing across an artery. Only the most desperate kind of person would do that to themselves. On our first day living together, he brushed it off casually while I tended to his wrist. I just smiled and didn't call him out. After all, ours was strictly a financial arrangement. I was the employer, and he was the "merchandise." I had only rented him for seven days. In seven days, I would finally have enough money to cover my brother Gavin's surgery. Once that happened, Arthur would disappear from my world forever. I thought it was a flawless deal—until the third night. That was when I reached into the pocket of his discarded shirt and found a crumpled critical condition notice. It had Gavin's name on it.