fist. It had been three days since I' d last seen Finn. Three days of an empty,

answered. "Ms. Ava," the same professional voice said, "your new identity documents a

of resolve ignited within me. I had to be strong, for myself an

. It was Chloe. She was dressed in a chic, expensive-lo

not reaching her eyes. "I came to see you off." She pla

't take it. She opened it herself. Insid

harp. "She died in poverty, after my grandfather's architecture firm was de

d. "My father was an arc

ther's designs, passed them off as his own, and ruined him. Our family lost ev

uelty-it wasn't just about ambition. It was revenge. She wanted to

" I whispered,

s name. Everything that should have been yours will be mine. And you will have nothing." She

nged at her, my hands outstretched, wanting to claw that

led in the leg of the bedside table, and I lost my balance. I stumbled backward,

I teetered on the edge, the city street three stories b

ned upside down. The last thing I heard as my head hit something ha

ive my regards t