The clock on the travertine mantelpiece struck 2:15 AM. The penthouse was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the faint silver moonlight reflecting off the low fog over the Hudson River. Clara lay awake in the king-sized bed of the east guest suite, staring at the ceiling. The heavy linen sheets felt cold and lifeless without Julian's warmth beside her. Her chest ached with a hollow, physical agony that no…
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