Chapter 20
Chapter 20: The Foundation
The new penthouse was on the 54th floor of a gleaming skyscraper in the heart of the financial district.
It was the antithesis of their old life. There was no warm wood, no plush carpets, no history. It was entirely composed of glass, steel, and polished concrete. It was sharp. It was modern. It was a fortress in the sky.
Emma stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the sprawling grid of the city below. The cars looked like tiny insects; the people were entirely invisible. Up here, they were untouchable.
Richard walked up behind her, holding two glasses of sparkling water. He handed one to her.
"Do you like it?" he asked, looking out over the skyline.
"There are no shadows," Emma observed, noting the harsh, brilliant light reflecting off the white walls.
"Exactly," Richard said. "Nothing can hide here."
They stood side by side, their reflections mirrored in the dark glass against the twilight sky. The screaming, the crying, the shattered plates, and the betrayal were miles away, buried in a suburban tomb they would never visit again.
They had lost a family, but they had forged an alliance.
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Emma took a sip of her water, the ice clinking softly against the crystal glass.
They were entirely alone, and they had never been stronger.
