The penthouse was a cathedral of glass and steel, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. Usually, Elara loved the way the sunset painted the living room in strokes of amber and violet, but this evening, the light only made her headache worse.

"Careful with those boxes, they’re fragile!" Ju

The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, sharp shadows across the mahogany dining table. It was a beautiful Tuesday, completely at odds with the surreal theater about to unfold within the walls of the Thorne residence.

Elara Vance sat at the hea

The spare bedroom at the end of the hall had been Elara’s sanctuary since the day they moved into the penthouse. It was supposed to be a nursery. When a year had passed with no pregnancy, Julian had suggested she use it for her architecture models, a hollow consolation prize for the career she had p