For the past month, the apartment had served as my office as often as my home. On New Year’s Eve, I closed the last file before dark and left my laptop on the desk.
Fireworks began beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Sterling had absorbed the valuable assets of the Thorne Group after its liquidation. Its name remained only on old filings. Mia had reportedly gone to Europe after her posts became public. Grace and Liam now lived in a small subsidized apartment.
Someone told me Julian had rented an office and was trying to start a one-man consulting firm. I did not ask for the address.
My phone buzzed on the marble counter. Alexander was due to arrive soon, so I expected the message to be from him.
The number was unknown.
Grace had sent a grainy photograph of a cramped dinner table. Th
