CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
She returned the first aid kit to the bathroom and set it back exactly where she had found it…losed the cabinet.
She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment…the green dress, the Florence evening still sitting on her skin, the particular tiredness that came not from physical exhaustion but from a night that had asked too much of too many parts of her simultaneously.
She went back to the living room, but Daniel was gone.
The window where he had been standing…empty. His drink is on the side table…untouched. The city still spread below exactly as it always was, indifferent and beautiful, and keeping its own counsel the way it always did.
She stood in the middle of the penthouse.
Listened to its silence, then sat down on the sofa and waited without knowing what she
