*Miles*

I had been anxious to get home to see Dove. She had not responded to any of my texts or calls and I figured that today would be a hard day for her. She was quitting the job that she had loved with everything in her heart all because of that bastard.

When I walked out of the elevator I found her sitting in the kitchen and no Greta in sight. She heard my steps, lifted her gaze from her wine glass, and looked at me.

“Hey.” Her voice was soft ...