*David*

I leaned back in my leather chair, my fingers tapping rhythmically on the mahogany desk as my thoughts wandered to the one person I was dying to see. Despite the argument with Sarah and the uncertainty the relationship with my daughter held at that moment, my yearning for Grace only intensified with each passing day.

Her laughter, her touch, the way she looked at me with those piercing emerald-green eyes–they haunted me relentlessly. I found it nearly ...