The knock came unexpected. Loud. Insistent. Demanding.

Natalie opened the door. Froze.

Her parents. Her brother Joshua. All three. Standing there. Faces hard. Determined. Merciless.

"What are you doing here?" Natalie asked. Voice flat. Already knowing. Already dreading.

"We need to talk." Her father pushed past her. Into the penthouse. Into Daniel's penthouse that he let her use. Into her lonely. Empty. Isolated ...