The city lights glowed faintly against the dusk, a thousand golden windows reflected in my windshield. From where I sat, parked across the street, I could see two silhouettes moving inside the penthouse one tall, broad-shouldered. The other smaller. Closer.
My fingers tightened around the steering wheel.
It was almost laughable how still I sat there, watching like some stranger spying on her own life. I told myself it was probably nothing that Rosemary was just being the overly helpful, overly sweet version of herself. But the way she tilted her head toward him, the way his shadow leaned closer... it made something deep in my chest twist.
I got out before I could talk myself out of it.
The elevator ride up felt endless, every number lighting up slower than the last. When the doors fina
