The hours dragged by in the penthouse, each one heavier than the last. Following Alexander’s command, I stayed put. I didn't dare turn on the news, didn't touch the secure laptop, and didn't even risk going near the windows. The silence of the apartment, usually a sign of peace, now felt like the pressurized calm before a storm. I spent the afternoon playing quietly with Clara, focusing intensely on her cheerful, uncomplicated presence, trying to memorize the sight of her unharmed, unaware of ...