Carlos's POV
I headed straight to bed after brushing my teeth. Lying there, I waited for Grace while gazing up at the stars and taking in the ocean view through my window. This sight had become familiar to me over countless nights.
The view was actually why I chose this particular apartment in the first place. I figured I'd never tire of it.
But I was wrong. I'm the type of guy who loses interest in practically everything I own, just like when I was a kid with my toys. I'd mess around with something for maybe a day, then dump it once the novelty wore off and never look back.
Same pattern with friends, family, even women I'd been with.
Eventually, I'd grow tired of them and only stayed in touch when absolutely necessary. Andrew was my one exception - the only friend I'd kept since high school. But that was different because he served as both my best friend and my right-hand man. We shared the same goals.
