C39 Cracks Beneath the Crown

The Evans penthouse was silent in the way only luxury could afford to be.

No noise from neighbors.

No street sounds through triple-glazed glass.

No clutter. No chaos. No life.

Mira Evans sat at the edge of the marble kitchen island, fingers wrapped around a cup of tea she hadn’t touched in ten minutes.

Across from her, Luciana Evans watched her the way a jeweler examined a flawed diamond