Emma's heels clicked against the marble floor of Daniel's building. Each step echoed. Sharp. Loud. Like gunshots in the empty lobby.

She wasn't supposed to be here. Daniel always said the office was his space. His world. Wives didn't belong.

But she'd left her earrings in his car. The diamond ones. Her mother's earrings. The only thing left from a woman who'd died too young.

The only real thing Emma owned.

The elevator hummed. Twenty floors up. Twenty floors to ...