TRISTIAN

I stood before the mirror, my fingers trembling slightly as I tried to unbutton my shirt.

I had to get a grip. I couldn't go where I was going looking like a man unraveled. I needed to be calm as cold and immovable as stone.

I turned away from the glass and stepped into the bathroom, the spray of the shower hitting my skin like a thousand needles, grounding me.

When I stepped out, the steam followed me back into the bedroom, where my wardrobe stood open.

I didn't just need ...