Lily came through the open door alone.
She wore a champagne-colored silk gown, formal makeup, and freshly styled hair. The silk caught the penthouse lights when she moved. She had dressed for a celebration downstairs.
She looked around the penthouse before turning to me on the white sofa. Then she smiled.
“Beautiful, isn't it? A cage fit for a queen. Or the woman who used to be one.”
Her perfume reached me before she did. “I wanted to see how you were settling in. And thank you for the heart.”
I lifted my head from the sofa cushion.
She bent close. “The heart wasn't even a match. I'm O-negative. It was A-positive. Completely incompatible.”
She laughed. “I made a generous donation to the lab director's ‘research fund,’ and a few lines of code changed. Arthur would rather call you a m
