center of the massive walk-in closet, surrounded by racks of designer clothes that Dante had selected for her. Silks, ca
ck corner, where a single, battered cardboard box s
shoes. She pulled them out, running her thumb over the frayed ribbons
as who she was before she became Helena Velasquez. She was a dancer. A principal. And she had walked a
out her phone. She dialed a numb
with a slight German accent
said, her voice ho
heard from you since..." He tr
s. "But I want to dance again. The guest spot w
h contract. The pay is terrible, an
take
id. "But Helena, you need to be
erst
destination. Now she ne
s the necklace. A Van Cleef & Arpels Alhambra pendant, twenty motifs of gold and carnelian. Dante
ox. It was heavy. It was worth a fortu
ter, and a baseball cap. She hid her hair under the cap and slid on a pair of oversize
She walked past the glittering storefronts until she reached a
n a tailored suit looked up from the coun
Helena said, placing the
an inch. He examined the necklace, checking the c
e certificate o
ocument from her purse and
rned a few minutes later with a slip of paper. "We can o
what Dante paid, but it
said. "I'll need to
ay. I can have the check drawn up now. It will be as
ck in her bag. She didn't go home. She went to a dance supply store in the Garme
epaid burner phone and a cup of black coffee. She connected to the n
For the first time in two years, a smile touched her
he dogs chase squirrels and the nannies push strollers. She breathed in the crisp
o go back. She had to pack her real life into that
rious. But as she walked back toward the gilded cage on Fifth Avenue, she
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