ANTHONY'S EMPTY HOUSE
The penthouse was silent.
Painfully silent.
Anthony Green unlocked the front door and stepped inside.
The lights automatically came on.
The air conditioning hummed softly.
Everything worked perfectly.
Exactly as it should.
Yet somehow the place never felt like home.
It felt like a museum.
Beautiful.
Expensive.
Empty.
The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city.
The marble floors gleamed.
The furniture had cost more than most people earned in years.
But none of it mattered.
Not tonight.
Not after the day he'd had.
Anthony loosened his tie and headed toward the kitchen.
The house greeted him with the same thing it always did.
Nothing.
No voices.
No laughter.
No footsteps r
