At a little after three in the morning, Lorna rode up the elevator with me to the first floor of Sterling’s and my apartment. When the doors opened, she smiled. “It will be better in the morning.”

“Now that I know Louisa is safe, I want to do that,” I said, pointing at the sensor.

“Ten dollars on you.”

The elevator doors shut, leaving me alone in the vastness of the penthouse. My stocking feet slid on the marble floor as I made my way to ...