BRIAN

The penthouse was completely empty when I walked through the front door at seven o'clock in the evening. I did not turn on the overhead lights. The only illumination came from the streetlamps and tall office buildings outside the big living room windows.

I set my car keys on the kitchen counter and sat down on one of the barstools. The silence in the apartment was heavy. For three weeks, I had convinced myself that keeping Daisy in the dark was the right decision. I thought I was being a good partner by taking on the stress, dealing with the lawyers, and fighting Alita while Daisy stayed safe at...