Cole’s POV

I leave my office with my jacket thrown over my arm and my mind still heavy with the meeting I just survived, because even when you know you did the right thing, it does not mean it sits easily in your chest. Every step I take down the corridor feels slower than it should, as if my body knows something is coming before my mind does. I am thinking about Elena. I am thinking about how angry I still am and how much I hate that anger, how it sits between us like a wall. All I really ...