She’d been feeling strange the entire night, uncomfortable in a way that no combination of sitting, standing, or even laying down on one of the plush, ornamented sofas that filled the penthouse seemed to alleviate. She changed to a different chair at another corner of the penthouse for what felt like the dozenth time. “You don’t mind if I sit here?” she asked the person beside it, though she was already sinking into the seat, feet aching.

















