Daniel's POV
The elevators ding open as I reach the foyer to my penthouse. It's late and I'm exhausted after such a long day. I walk in and turn on the lights, startled when I notice Gianna sitting on the sofa. She has her knees bent up in front of her with her hands resting on top. She seems lost in thought as she stares out the wall of windows. It's like she didn't even notice or care that she is no longer alone, no longer sitting in the dark.