Chloe had barely managed two hours of restless sleep. After tossing until nearly dawn, her eyes finally shut sometime past five, only to snap open again just after seven. Her body was heavy with exhaustion, but her mind refused to quiet.

She poured herself a glass of champagne, the bubbles stinging her lips as if mocking her. Wrapping her robe tighter around herself, she slipped out onto the terrace. The city below was already alive, traffic threading through streets like restless veins. Up ...