LORETTA

The penthouse came into view through the rain-streaked windshield of Elion's Porsche.

The building stood tall and powerful, every floor glowing with a warm amber light that spilled through large windows. A tug pulled in my chest at the sight of it

Elion drove us past the automatic, mechanical gates, into the garage, and then killed the car engine, silence falling over us, broken only by the distant sound of soft drizzle

Elion didn't move, nor did I

The car was dark and the silence was heavy. Where do we even start? With the incident at the office or the fact that in the heights of our emotions, we...