KANE

The drive back to my office felt like I was navigating through a thick fog, even though the roads were clear.

My head was spinning with the math of it all. Three in the morning. That was the window Miller gave us. And that was exactly when Aria decided to play the Good Samaritan.

I gripped the steering wheel so hard I thought the leather might crack. Why did she have to be so damn naive? She thinks the world operates on intentions, but in this family, it operates on optics and ...