Jessica’s POVThe penthouse at the top of the Luther Estate was wrapped in a serene, quiet luxury that felt entirely detached from the financial warfare happening in the streets below. Large, minimalist windows showed the city under a blanket of grey morning clouds, but inside, the air was warm, smelling of fresh espresso and lavender."Mama, look! The giant house has a garden on the roof!"Catherine’s joyful voice echoed from the terrace doors. She was wearing a brand-new, soft pink cotton dress, her dark curls bouncing as she pressed her face against the glass, pointing at the manicured greenery outside. Her skin had lost that translucent, sickly pale tint from the slums; the elite medical specialists Marcus had brought to the mansion had spent the last three days stabilizing her respiratory levels with targeted therapies I could never have afforded on a waitress's wage."Don't press your nose against the glass, sweetie," I said softly, walking over to her and wiping a small smudge
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