The city spread out beneath her like something that didn't know she existed. Rebecca stood at the railing of the rooftop and let the wind move through her hair and looked down at the streets below and thought about nothing specific, which was the closest she had come to peace in several days.
She had chosen this building deliberately. Not TechCorp Headquarters, not Morgan Beauty Brand — somewhere neutral, somewhere that belonged to neither of the lives she was currently trying to hold together. The rooftop was clean and open, the kind of space that made conversations feel less like conversations and more like things said into the air.
She heard the door before she saw him.
