The cab slowed to a halt at the corner of Fifth Avenue, right where the buildings stretched tall and proud into the gray, misty skyline of Manhattan.

The city buzzed around her: cars honking, people moving in swift strides, the scent of roasted peanuts and rain-soaked pavement hanging in the air.

Katherine sat in the back seat, frozen for a moment, staring out the window.

She hadn't been back here since before everything happened. Since the retreat. Since Kingsley had divorced her ...