I sat curled up on the wide windowsill of my room, knees tucked to my chest, forehead resting against the cool glass.
The city stretched out below me, glittering under the early morning haze. A fog sat over the skyline, but it was nothing compared to the one clouding my chest.
Ten million.
The number echoed in my mind like a song I couldn't turn off.
I had asked for it. Demanded it, in fact. Blacmailed her for it with Dan's secret.
I had told Madam Kensington to pay me ten million for my silence so i could use that money to pay for my divorce.
She had told me she couldn't get it so I assumed it was done and just a way to keep her from going after me while I focused on Vincent.
But yesterday... she offered it. Ten million.
Cash. In full. For my divorce. For my silence. For my exit.
