the director fin

f the tank. Water streamed from her hair and

costume. Her skin was blue with cold. She pulled on her dry clothes

all a car, and the screen

pdate from Adr

rtful, intimate. Two glasses of red wine, their stems elegantly crossed. In the ba

tion tag that made

t 443 Greenwich

fore their marriage. A place she had never been invited t

le, devastating sentence: "Thank you for

ve, crushing weight of betrayal settled on

out of the studio and into the cold, dr

er voice a raw croak as she gave

a smear of neon and headlights. All she could

impossibly luxurious building. Elissa paid

in the lobby. She wasn't on the

k-drenched, pale, half-wild with desperation. The door

g hurried in. The doorman turned to check t

g her head down, and followed the de

opened directly into a private, carpeted foyer. At the end

walked to the door, her hand shaking as

y. After what felt like an eternity,

opened

wearing one of Alexander's oversized

riumphant smirk. She leaned against the doorframe, blocking Elis

er. "Is he here? Let me in." She

ander's voice called out, low and la

od in Elissa's veins. Her hand, reac

ly sweet, coquettish tone in her voice. "It's

her eyes glittering with

mmed the doo

k sliding into place echo

efusing to hold her. She turned and

cy rain. The sharp, cramping pain in her abdomen, which had been a dull threat

tering lights of the city

, her body hitting the cold, we