Alexander's POV

Four fucking years. Four years of searching, and she's still a ghost haunting my every breath.

I stare at the stack of patrol reports on my desk, but the words blur together into meaningless shapes. The scent of old leather and pine from my office should be comforting, but tonight it feels suffocating. Everything reminds me of what I've lost.

'Alexander, you need to stop torturing yourself,' Liam whispers in my mind, his voice gentler ...