Ivan’s POV

A deafening silence filled Kyle's office. For a moment my eyes wandered around trying to distract myself from my thoughts. His office was neat like the control freak he was.

The shelves were lined with medical journals and patient files arranged with exact care, and the faint smell of antiseptic clung to everything. A large glass window stood behind him, showing the city skyline.

I sat across from Kyle and watched him go through Bertha’s file without interruption. The ...