Cayden POV

“Damn it,” I muttered.

I watched what was left of my coffee spill across my desk and ruin the notes I made for today’s meeting. I stared at them for a moment, hearing Rose’s voice in my head: ‘This is why you need to use your computer to take notes.’

Then she would tease me about being an old man and we would laugh together.

Well, a few weeks ago we would have. Now, I’m not so sure. ...