Aria stood in the lobby long after Damien ended the call, the phone had gone silent. Around her, Blackwood Residences carried on as if nothing had happened, a delivery driver wheeled a cart stacked with boxes toward the service elevator. A young couple laughed as they crossed the marble floor, arguing over whose turn it was to cook dinner. Behind the reception desk, the morning receptionist answered a resident's question with the same pleasant smile she'd worn every day since Aria had moved in.
She lowered her phone and closed her eyes, right now, she needed facts. She slipped her phone into her pocket and started walking, toward the staff corridor tucked behind the reception desk. The receptionist glanced up.
"Starting early today, Miss Quinn?"
Aria smiled effortlessly.
"Trying to ge
