Sitting beside the window, Lily absently traced the rim of her wine glass with her fingertips. Outside, dusk had set in, the amber glow of the waning sun disappearing behind New York's towering skyscrapers. The city was still alive, and the streets below throbbed with its vitality. However, Lily felt more alone in her flat than she had previously. After the tumult, retaliation, and loss of the previous few months had subsided, she was left to deal with the ensuing silence.