Zara’s POV

I glanced at Leo’s face as we walked away from the boardroom after he had a shot but clearly heated conversation with his father. I could see the tightening of his fists and the sadness in his eyes he tried so hard to bury. I wanted to speak to him about it, but I knew it wasn’t the time yet. His father might have left out of love for him, but he had every right to be angry.

My chest still ached for him because no child should ever go through what Leo went through. This made it ...