Chapter 48

• The penthouse was beautiful, but it felt like a polished cage.
• Matt had moved me into the luxury apartment early in the morning. It sat high above the city of Seoul. Huge glass windows looked out over the wide Han River. Everything inside was white, gray, and silver. The floors were shiny marble. The furniture looked modern and cost thousands of dollars. But there were no personal touches. No old photographs or memories.
• "Do you like it, sweetie?" Matt asked.