Leonel still remembered every lobby detail, even inside Ester's unit. He had visited this place so often. He used to call it home, a place to return to when he felt tired, especially when he was reminded of the damn marriage that trapped his life.

There was a sense of joy whenever he walked through the lobby area—just nodding briefly to the people who greeted him. At least, they recognized Leonel, who often wandered around the luxurious apartment area in West New York City.

But that was in ...