DANTE

“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I don’t know how to tell the difference anymore.”

“Then let me help you.” My mother’s voice is soft. “Close your eyes. Picture your life in five years. Really, picture it. Where are you? What are you doing? Who’s beside you?”

I close my eyes.

Five years from now, I’m standing in this same penthouse. The city spreads out below me, glittering and cold. I’ve just closed another billion-dollar deal. The board is thrilled. ...