The Glass Hotel Emily

He lived in New York City and came to the hotel three or four times a year. He hoped Vincent was happy in that foreign country, in whatever strange new life she’d found for herself. Onstage, the screen burst into life as a group of children dashed across the frame. But in his actual life he watches his daughters and his wife chasing one another on the beach in the twilight, and thinks about how they will fare if—not if, when, surely when—he is finally apprehended and taken away.