The silence in the penthouse seemed disturbing. Emily had become used to the low hum of city activity streaming through the big windows, the far-off chatter of vehicles, and the occasional shrill horn blast. But tonight, even that commotion appeared to diminish, replaced by an oppressive silence. She was staring out at the vast metropolis below the window. Though Emily felt imprisoned instead of tranquil, as if those lights were little eyes tracking her every action, the lights glittered in the distance like stars.
Jack's comments caused her thoughts to rush. The person dragging the strings behind Ava's treachery knew just where to strike, how to destroy what Daniel had created. And somehow, using the crevices that had developed over the years, they had managed to fit between her and Dan
