Masuk[Emily]The sirens cut through the screaming, and I had never been so grateful for a sound in my entire life.The ambulance mounted the curb outside the building, and two paramedics jumped out with a stretcher and a bag. One of them, a woman with a tight ponytail, dropped to her knees beside me."Ma'am, we've got him. You can let go now."I couldn't. My fingers were locked around the soaked cardigan; the wool was warm and slick beneath my hand. She had to peel my fingers away one by one.I'm coming with him," I said."Are you his family?""No", my voice broke. "He's…he's my friend, and I was here when it happened. Please."She glanced at my hands, red to the wrist, then at the man now on the stretcher."Climb in. Sit by his head and stay out of the way."I didn't remember crossing the pavement, only the cold metal step under my shoes. The doors slammed shut, and the ambulance lurched forward with the siren howling.The inside was small and glaringly white. The paramedics worked like t
[Emily]By Sunday morning, I still hadn't sold a single piece of furniture.I sat cross-legged on Lisa's guest bed with my laptop on my knees, refreshing the listings every few minutes. The sofa, the dining table, Hayden's bunk bed, the bookshelf I'd built myself with a screwdriver, and a lot of searing. Lisa's father had sent men with a truck to move everything into a storage unit on the edge of the city, and I'd posted the photos at midnight, priced to go.Nobody had even asked questions."You don't have to do this, you know. Lisa said from the doorway, holding two cups of coffee she'd gone outside to get. She'd said the same thing every day since Friday."Landry said the Manhattan DA could take weeks to even look at the video." I took one of the cups. "Maybe months until everything is processed. I can't sit in your guest room waiting for the Lockwoods to find me.""So you're running again.""I'm relocating." I tried to say it with dignity. "That man, Cyrus, is in this city. Hayden
[Elias]I called her seven times before I even left the house.It wasn't like me, a man who stood in his kitchen at six in the morning, watching a phone ring itself out. But every time she didn't pick up, I heard her voice from last night, flat and careful, and I dialled again."Thank you for what you did for those girls".By the time I reached LensCorp, I had decided she was either asleep or in the shower, something sensible.I wasn't going to the eighth floor; that's what I told myself as I entered the lift.Then my finger pressed the button anyway. The floor was in its usual morning rhythm. I walked past the cubicles as if I had reason to be there, and stopped.Emily's desk was empty. Her chair was pushed in, and her computer was dark. Lisa's new desk by the break room was empty too."Looking for someone?" Lucent was leaning against the cubicle wall, coffee in his hand. He wasn't smirking, which was a first. "Have you heard about Emily?" he asked.I frowned. "Heard what?""She isn'
[Emily]By five in the morning, I'd given up on sleep. I eased out from under Hayden's arm and tiptoed to Lisa's kitchen, where the city glowed below the window as though nothing had happened. My laptop was already open on the counter.The email took four tries. The first draft was too long. The second sounded angry, and the third sounded like I was begging.The fourth was short and clean."Dear Ms Grayson, Please accept this email as my formal resignation from my position at Lens Corp., effective immediately. I apologise for the short notice. An urgent personal matter means I can no longer continue. Thank you for the opportunity. Emily Matthews"I added HR to the recipients and stared at the cursor. Lenscop had been my lifeboat after the last company threw me overboard, and now I was cutting the rope myself.I thought of Elias and what this all meant.I pressed send.The whoosh was so small and so final. I waited...and waited, to feel something dramatic, but there was only a hollo
[Elias]I stared at the phone in my hand; the call screen faded to black."Thank you for what you did."She'd said it like she was thanking a stranger who'd held a door open for her.I set the phone down on my desk, then picked it up again. The city glittered beyond the window, all those lights, none of them the ones I wanted to see.With her, it was always a push and pull. One moment she wanted to be close to me; the next, she'd ask for space. And then there was also the way she looked at me. It told me the distance was just a wall she was building, but not a door she was closing on us.Tonight she hadn't sounded like a woman building a wall.She'd sounded like a woman closing a door. The way she'd asked me not to come, not with anger, but as if I were something to keep away.Something had happened today. And it had something to do with me.I grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair and pulled out my keys.Whatever it was, I intended to find out.I had my hand on the door when it
[Emily]Lisa lived on the second floor of her apartment building.I had been to her apartment many times, but being here today still made me feel like I'd stepped into one of those glossy magazines she pretended not to read.The doorman greeted her by name, the lift was mirrored and smelled faintly of lavender, and the apartment itself was all glass, white leather and a balcony overlooking almost half of the city. Her family wasn't billionaire-rich, but they were well-to-do enough that Lisa had never worried about rent. She'd insisted on earning her own money at LensCorp anyway. That was Lisa for you."Wow!" Hayden pressed his face and both palms against the floor-to-ceiling window, leaving smudges on the glass. "Mummy, we're so high! It's like we're up in the clouds."I chuckled. He always said that whenever we came here."Not quite, baby," I said, dropping our bags by the door. "The clouds are way up in the sky. We can never touch them."He narrowed his eyes as though he found that







