Empty Claims

Raina

Daphne had never been to my penthouse before.

I knew the moment I opened the door that she had not expected it to look the way it did. She stood in the doorway and looked at the space – the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Brooklyn skyline laid out behind them, the art on the walls, and the kind of quiet that only existed in a home that had been put together by someone who knew exactly what the