“No. The apartment.”

A pause. “Your residence, Mr. Farrington?”

“Yes.”

I nearly laughed.

I had just handed the keys of that residence to a woman who may have raised my four sons without a dollar or a word from me.

By the time we pulled up to the tower the sky had gone deep blue.

I sat in the car a full minute before I got out.

The night doorman straightened when he saw me.