NIA’S POVThree days later, the elevator doors opened straight into the penthouse.I stepped out first, rolling my small suitcase behind me. The marble under my sneakers felt cool and smooth, almost slippery. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the whole wall, showing half of Atlanta laid out under the late afternoon sun. The light came in sharp and clean. Soft rugs muffled my steps. Wide white couches sat like they had never been sat on. The kitchen gleamed—white counters, hidden handles, everything quiet and expensive.My mother was already inside, talking too fast the way she did when she was nervous.“Nia, baby, put that down. Victor’s people already brought the rest of your boxes up. Come see the view.”Victor stood near the windows. Tall, silver at the temples, calm face. He wore a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled once. No flashy watch. No loud jewelry. Just quiet money.He smiled when he saw me. “Nia. Welcome. I’m glad you’re finally here.”I nodded once. “Than
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