Kyl's POV

The elevator glided quietly upward towards the Fifteenth floor of the glass towered building. My heart thudded against my chest, my palms were slick, a thin film of sweat had formed beneath the tailored gloves I hadn’t bothered to remove.

Brian had insisted this was the best way forward for me to move on, healing he had called it. I was on my way to see my therapist, the famous Dr. Mira Patel, therapist to the city’s elite, the kind of discreet professional who ...