A modest apartment on the 12th floor of a Chicago high-rise glowed with the warm reflection of city lights. A wind chime on the balcony swayed gently in the evening breeze, and the faint aroma of coffee lingered from a cup left untouched on the kitchen counter.
Emma sat at the small dining table in her oversized sweatshirt and pajama …
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