Needing Nora: Part One
Parts: Nora stood in the marble entryway, her suitcase heavy at her side, a mute symbol of her defeat. She hadn’t wanted to come here. Every part of her had resisted, but Arthur had stripped her of every choice, one by one, until there was nothing left but this. The air in the penthouse was cold and precise, brushing over her overheated skin, doing nothing to soothe the raw, animal rage twisting inside her chest. She felt like she might break apart from it, bones splintering under the pressure.