THE MAFIA BOSS SAW HER LIMPING IN A BOARDROOM—AND ASKED THE ONE QUESTION HER BOYFRIEND FEARED MOST

began to shake.

That night, she did not go home right away.

She stayed late, buried herself in work, ignored the seventeen messages Grant sent between noon and eight. Most were accusations. A few were apologies. One was from her mother asking about Thanksgiving.

Selene deleted everything.

By the time she left, Chicago was dark and wet, the streets shining continue reading …