Chapter 18

The rain in Manhattan seemed eternal. The downpour, which had persisted for a week, felt like a layer of moldy wet cloth tightly wrapping the steel jungle.

Inside the Tribeca penthouse, the air was dry and climate-controlled, a stark contrast to the damp world outside the window. Clemensa, dressed in a black leotard, was performing leg stretches against the barre by the floor-to-ceiling window