KELLAN'S P.O.V

Time had always been something fleeting for me.

Twenty-four hours in a day felt too small for all that there was to do, especially with a company like Lockra, where we were constantly on our toes; twenty-four hours a day passed in a blink.

But since the miscarriage, since Ashley asked for a divorce and threw her ring at me, every hour was a stretch.

Every second weighed down on me, a day felt like a decade, and every minute spent without Ashley felt like being on life ...