The morning started like any other, all carefully planned out by me. Emma's laugh filled our place as she played with her toy cars on the floor, while I looked over reports during breakfast. Our Manhattan apartment, high above the city, let me see things clearly when running my business.
But seeing clearly, I was learning, and couldn't keep old problems away.
"Mrs. Romano?" My assistant Sarah's voice came over the intercom, sounding careful, which meant bad news. "Something's happening that you need to know about."
I put down my coffee and looked at Emma, who was now setting up her dolls for a tea party. "What is it?"
"Security caught someone trying to take pictures of Emma at school. That's the third time this week."
My blood ran cold. For five years, I'd done everything to keep our
