Xavier strummed his fingers on the chair in Peyton's office and waited for her to finish a phone conversation with his mother. They'd been at it twenty minutes, going over the final details for the Fallen Veterans fundraiser tomorrow, and he'd forgotten why he'd come in here in the first place.

"The mask is beautiful. It matches the dress we picked out. I can't wait for you to see it." She laughed into the receiver.

He eyed the ceiling. No matter how many times he'd ...