~Aaron~

I tightened my schedule so much that there wasn’t a moment of rest. Even during meals, I barely ate anything. Stress had killed my appetite.

At home, I buried myself in my study, avoiding the bedroom. I couldn’t bring myself to go in there—not when Joan’s presence still lingered in every corner.

Her father had a hand in my parents’ deaths. How the hell was I supposed to accept that?

I’d asked Denzel to dig deeper, but until he brought me answers, ...