(Anna's POV)
The sun hadn’t even risen when I found myself standing outside Dominic’s penthouse building.
The streets were still half-asleep—gray and washed in early morning fog. The city that never slept had finally quieted down for a few precious hours, and even the usual noise of traffic was distant. The building loomed like a fortress in front of me, glass and steel reflecting the dim lights of the city. It hadn’t changed, and neither had the way it made me feel—small, unwelcome, and utterly out of place.
The uniformed doorman barely glanced at me before buzzing me up, like he already knew who I was and why I was here. Like Dominic had told him to expect the broken woman with a hospital bill tucked into her coat and desperation carved into her bones.
The elevator ride felt endless.
