“He doesn’t care about the office,” I said.

“He knew about the trust clause,” I said.

“He was trying to get the cash from the design accounts before we found out,” I said.

The elevator jolted slightly as a loud clap of thunder rattled the shaft.

The lights inside the cab flickered, going dark for a terrifying second before the emergency power kicked in.

A dull yellow glow filled the small space.

“Hold on,” Mr. Vance said, pressing his back against the wall.

“The building’s backup generators are online,” Mr. Vance said.

“We will make it to the lobby,” he said.

I closed my eyes, trying to visualize a calm place, but all I could see was Nathan’s face.

I saw the way he smiled when he told me he loved this apartment.

I saw the way he looked at the crown molding, estimating its value.

He had never loved me.

He had loved the Crane family name and the security it offered.

“We are almost down,” Margaret said, her hand resting gently on my shoulder.

“The ambulance is parked in the lower garage to stay out of the wind,” she said.