The roof was designed like an outside retreat, complete with grass turf, live trees, and plenty of seating areas. Having been in the meeting all morning, the last thing she wanted to do was sit down again, so Nevaeh strode over to the building’s railed edge. Ben kept his distance, and she was thankful for it, wanting to feel alone even though her father’s overseeing eye was always on her back. Leaning against the steel barrier, she looked out over London’s buzzing metropolitan while her mind spun in circles as it rehashed what she and Ofa had discussed. She had at least a good fifteen minutes of mind-drifting peace before it was robbed of her.
“I’m going to tell you straight, so listen carefully,” Nevaeh jumped at the abrupt, abrasive tone. Jerking her head to the right, she caught Sébast
