Whispers from the Past
Rain had given way to a crisp December chill, the kind that seeped through the penthouse windows and made Ava pull a cashmere throw tighter around her shoulders. It was Saturday, no office, no demands, just the hollow echo of an empty apartment. Lucian had left early for some meeting in the Financial District or so his curt note on the counter said. Back late. Don't wait.
As if she would.
Boredom drove her to explore. She'd avoided it so far, sticking to her bedroom, the kitchen, the gym. But today curiosity tugged her toward his study in a room off the main hallway, all dark wood and leather bound books she doubted he'd ever read. The door was unlocked. She slipped inside, heart thudding like she was breaking in.
The desk was pristine, laptop closed, pens aligne
