Hospitals, warehouses, apartment towers, and office lights stretched across the darkening skyline.
Somewhere below, Grant was facing a life without the title, company, or image he had valued more than his family.
Eleanor felt no triumph.
Only distance.
She had spent seven years believing Grant had invited her into his world.
The truth was that he had been standing inside hers the entire time, calling himself the owner.
Behind her, the trash bags remained in the kitchen drawer where they belonged.
