Ryan sat alone in his office, staring at the pile of paperwork scattered across his desk.

The dim light from the desk lamp cast long shadows on the walls, but his mind wasn’t focused on work.

He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples, feeling a strange emptiness.

Suddenly, it hit him—he hadn’t heard from Amy since he got back from Paris. Guilt washed over him like a wave.

“I should’ve checked on her sooner,” he muttered under his breath.

Glancing at the clock, he realized ...