Tyler's POV

I stare at the ceiling, watching shadows shift across the wooden beams. Sleep won't come—hasn't come for weeks now. Every time I close my eyes, I see those damn Silver Ridge documents. The debt numbers that could destroy everything Logan and Lucas have built.

'God, Anna. What have I done?'

I roll out of bed and grab a pen from my nightstand. The blank paper stares back at me, accusing. My hand shakes as I start ...