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The storm over Manhattan started long before the rain. It began in small betrayals Madison Hail had trained herself to…

The first thing people noticed was the sound. Not the choir, not the organ, not the soft rustle of silk…

They told her it was grief wearing a real-estate mask. They said no sane woman, four months pregnant and freshly…

The sound that opened this story wasn’t a scream. It was the brittle, high-dollar shatter of porcelain giving up on…

November rain turned Manhattan into a mirror that refused to hold one face for long. Headlights stretched into trembling ribbons…

They called him different things depending on how close they were to the edge of his world. To the finance…

The black Mercedes moved down the county road as if it had taken a wrong turn into someone else’s life….

The chandelier over the Hawthorne dining table had been shipped from Vienna in a crate the size of a coffin,…

The steel door at the bottom of the stairwell didn’t so much open as complain. It groaned on rusted hinges…

The penthouse smelled like vanilla cake. Not the sugary kind that makes a home feel safe. This sweetness was sharp,…

The balloons were cheerful in a way that felt almost rude. Pale pink, butter yellow, little paper clouds dangling from…

The antiseptic smell of St. Michael’s Hospital didn’t bother Emma Richardson nearly as much as the other scent. Blood. It…

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The marble floors of Sterling and Associates didn’t just shine, they performed. Under crystal chandeliers, every tile reflected wealth back…