~9~
Sam was more than happy to be going out for a second run.
I exited my small bungalow, that wasn't much more than a shack compared to the rest of the houses on this stretch of the island, and trudged across the yard, ducking palm fronds as I made my way to the open expanse of sand and water.
Moving to the Cayman's and buying the house were the only luxuries I'd allowed myself from the payout, aside from monthly incidentals.
The house was more than I wanted, but the gated neighborhood afforded me the seclusion and isolation that I craved.
The isolation I deserved as I was not fit to be part of normal society anymore.
I was too bitter.
Too disgruntled with society's fascination with materialism.
Which is why it made no sense for my heart to be beating so hard as I neared her house.
She was the epitome of materialistic.
Wasn't she?