ry. Sienna didn't want to go, but Julian insisted. He said hidin

ck. It felt

wasn't allowed to touch. She stood by a pillar, her weight shifted to her righ

isn't the B

rned to see Eleanor Sterling, Julian's mother. She was a wom

Sienna said, keepi

n tells me you're having... episodes again. It must be exhausting for h

ful husband," Sienn

y not to embarrass him tonight. The Board

ve gin in her wake. Sienna felt the familiar tight

ng for a restroom or a quiet corner. She turned

ajar. Sienna heard a laugh. It was a lo

ld her that her jealousy was a symptom o

ing against a mahogany desk. Sophia Thorne was standing in front of him, wea

ightened Julian's tie. Her

g to recover, is

ferent-colder, sharper than the one he use

waiting in the

light, Sophia. Just k

nd was involuntary, a

d snapped to

d hobbled back down the hallway as fast as she could. Her heart wa

the crowded gallery, b

enn

of her. He was holding two glasses of sparkli

enna panted. "In the

re tonight. She's performing at the Lincoln Center. I

saw her. Red dress. You wer

iness. He pulled out his phone and tapp

r backstage. On the tiny screen, Sophia T

. It was just a shadow. Or maybe you saw a painting and your mi

was empty. Was it Tuesday? She thought it was Thursday. The days

n to spin. Th

to go home,"

her waist to support her weight. "I'll take you h

t time. Near the exit, a woman in a red dress wa

hia. It was j

ht, terror gripping her throat