The ground floor lobby of the Apex Global building was quiet except for the shrill, hysterical voice echoing off the marble pillars.

Rebecca stood near the security turnstiles, clutching a designer handbag against her trench coat. Her hair was somewhat dishevele

Three months later.

London in late autumn was cold, damp, and gray.

Fog hovered over the River Thames, softening the outline of the city’s historic stone buildings and turning the distant lights along the embankment into blurred reflections. Rain had fallen earlier that

Andrew stood frozen as Sharon approached. The crowd seemed to part around her effortlessly. The faint scent of her familiar white tea perfume filled the air between them, instantly pulling Andrew back to the small suburban kitchen they had shared years ago.

"Sharon.