The penthouse sat on the fortieth floor. Glass windows. City lights below. Too high. Too exposed.

Emma stood by the window. Staring down. Her reflection ghostly in the glass.

Behind her. The kids sat on the couch. Liam. Sophia. Yara. All three pressed together. Small. Scared. Shaking.

Robert moved through the space. Checking doors. Windows. Locks. Everything. Making safe.

"The security here is top level." He said. More to himself ...