Highs and lows Standing in the atrium of the city skyscraper, Ava stared nervously out of the window, fiddling. Chasms of sheet lightning rent the leaden sky and the winter rain curtained down, electric flashes fashioning a scintillating portcullis of electric wire. The weather reflected her mood, remembering how she had abandoned Lorenzo, at their wedding. Now she was standing here, in his office, having driven hundreds...