Tired, worried, her head full of Georgia's accusations, Chloe parked her car next to Anthony's Porsche and let herself into the house. Tossing her keys on the counter, she headed upstairs, anxious to see her husband again. The hallway door to Anthony's suite was ajar. After pushing it open, Chloe tiptoed into the unoccupied room. The lights were still on, creating warm pools of illumination, but a dead silence reigned. Anthony had obviously gone to bed.
Her shoulders slumped and she sighed. She hadn't realized how much she'd looked forward to the "evening report" until now. Disappointed, she walked down the hallway to her own room, then pushed open the door to her sitting room. She'd apparently left the lamp on her nightstand switched on, as a thin shaft of light spilled from the slightly
