Fifty-five stories up, at a breath-stealing height of 200 meters, Antonia stood teetering in the biting wind, trembling from head to toe, her cries piercing the air, “Dad, Daddy!”

Estelle, clutching a part of her coat that had become a makeshift swing, gave it a shake, prompting an even more terrified scream from Antonia.

Her face contorted by the gale, vertigo and fear stripped away all her previous arrogance and calm. She couldn’t stop screaming, “Estelle, what are you doing?”

“Estelle, let me go!”

“Please, let me go!”

Her cries were a mix of tears and desperation, quickly dried by the wind as she shook uncontrollably. Words failed her, leaving her with only her screams.

“Antonia!”

Suddenly a voice rang out urgently. Estelle turned to see Cliff Crawley rushing toward them with his team.

Antonia plummeted half a meter from the rooftop, unable to see Cliff but hearing his voice, she cried out, “Dad, save me, please save me!”

panic, froze in place and watched breathlessly as the girl clung to life on the rooftop. “Are you

slacks, and short, sturdy boots. Her face

a life in her hands, she was as calm as a

her eyes

I’ll agree to anything!” Cliff

know what your daughter has done?” Estelle

what she’s done, I apologize to

I never accept apologies—I believe in an eye for an

more,

“Daddy, Daddy!”

gaze locked on Estelle; the

you want to know about Gab?” Cliff suddenly

head around,

“What did you say?”

quite some time? I can tell you—I know!” Cliff looked at

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