Damian’s POV

The glass walls of Blackwood Enterprises’ top floor reflected the Manhattan sky in sharp, endless angles. From his office, Damian could see the whole city, the arteries of traffic pulsing, the towers clawing at the blue sky, but none of it settled the restless storm in his chest.

He had spent the morning buried in contracts, snapping at assistants, dismissing calls. Yet through it all, one image clung stubbornly to his mind: the photograph tucked inside the envelope his ...