I’ve never I saw the photo.
Victoria hissed in his drawer. I saw how he looks at you.
3 years and you think I haven’t noticed the way this house feels different when you’re in it.
There was real pain in her voice underneath the anger. the kind of pain that comes from feeling
invisible in your own relationship. And for a moment, just a moment, Maria almost felt sorry for her.
I clean his floors, Maria said softly. I make his coffee.
That’s all I’ve ever done.
I would never. Everyone always says that, Victoria said, stepping closer.
Right before they take everything inside, the party carried on. Nobody heard the conversation happening 30 stories above the street. The band was playing something slow and romantic, the kind of song people usually associate with wedding dances, not with what was unfolding just beyond the glass doors.
Victoria’s eyes were glassy now, not just from anger, but from something deeper, years of feeling like she had to fight for a love she wasn’t sure was ever fully hers.
She had grown up being told that beauty and money were the only currencies that mattered. And somewhere along the way, she had learned to see
every other woman as competition, every kindness as a threat.
“Please,” Maria said, her back now pressed lightly against the stone railing.
“Let’s go back inside.
We can talk about this.”
Like, “I am done talking,” Victoria said.
And in one sharp, furious motion, fueled by months of jealousy that had finally boiled over completely, she shoved Maria backward. The world tilted.
Maria’s hands grabbed at nothing but cold night air.
Her scream was swallowed by the wind and 30 stories of empty space beneath her. For one horrifying second, gravity took hold completely.
And Maria Santos, 34 years old, gentle, hardworking, someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, disappeared over the edge of the Witfield Tower.
Inside, through the glass doors, Daniel Whitfield happened to glance toward the balcony at exactly that moment. He saw Victoria standing alone. He saw the empty space where Maria had just been, and his glass of
