AARON

I paced my office. Sabrina was going to be here any minute, and I was stressed as fuck to see her. I had no fucking idea what was going on,

why she was here, what she wanted.

I’d barely slept last night. Her business card had thrown me––she’d been in Seattle all this time? She could have reached out to us. She could have seen Ben. Even if she hadn’t wanted to be with me, that was fine––Ben deserved a hell of a lot more than she’d given him. I was ...