XAVIER'S POV

The night felt endless.

I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling like it might suddenly give me answers. The ticking of the clock on my nightstand was louder than usual, taunting me with each second that passed. I turned on my side, then to the other, pulling the blanket tighter around me, but it was useless. My thoughts were like a broken record, looping the same questions over and over again.

Why did Melissa hire a private investigator?

What did she know?

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