Lena

I couldn't sleep.

I'd tried for two hours. Lying in bed. Staring at the ceiling. Counting backwards from a thousand. All the tricks people say work when your brain won't shut off.

Nothing worked.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Bridget's lawyer's letter. That expensive cream cardstock. Those precise legal phrases threatening to destroy everything.

False and malicious allegations.

Five million dollars.

Criminal charges.

Imprisonment.

I got out of bed at midnight and pulled on my robe.

The penthouse was dark and quiet. Mrs. Billy had gone home hours ago. Marcus was somewhere downstairs doing whatever nighttime security involved. Julian was probably asleep in his room.

I...