*Noland's POV*

I can't help but replay the conversation with Lexie in my mind as I sit in the armchair by the window from my hotel room, gazing out at the city below. I am torn between my pride and the undeniable urge to be there for her during this difficult time. I know she spoke out of fear. Her green eyes shimmering with unshed tears haunt me, and I find it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.

Dragging myself away from the window, I force ...