Marlowe’s POV

I bring up a fresh tab and type Jareth Sinclair into the search bar.

His bio pops up like a polished ad: thriving entrepreneur, loving dad, respected citizen.

I’ve spent years clawing my way back. Building a name that isn’t mine. Sliding pieces into place until I could stand close enough to touch his life.

All of it has been for this.

And then Vivienne practically dropped into my hands.

Raging, ...