Stephen
I didn’t realize how quiet the penthouse was until I walked through the front door.
Normally, I could hear Evan before I even crossed the foyer. His little laugh always carried through the apartment, followed by Laura trying—and usually failing—to convince him that books weren’t meant to be eaten.
Today there was only silence.
Not an uncomfortable silence. A peaceful one.
I loosened my tie as I crossed the living room, setting my briefcase beside the sofa. My meeting had run longer than expected, but I hadn’t really been present for any of it. Numbers had been discussed. Contracts had been signed. People had congratulated me on another successful acquisition.
I couldn’t remember a single detail.
Every time my thoughts drifted, they landed on my father.
Cancer.
Even thinkin
