The view from the skyscraper apartment isn’t so bad, now that you think about it. As you rest your arms on the banister, admiring the scenery and dark clouds covering the afternoon sky

There’s footsteps behind you. The familiar cologne filling up your nose as your husband stands behind you. His arms come around from behind you, leaning on the banister. His big forearms encasing you

“You’ve been spending too much time here alone,” Deja's voice husky, as he looks ahead.