Damien's POV

Monday was finally here. My first day at Sterling.

I pulled into the building parking lot just after 7:45 a.m. The glass building rose above me, all steel and money.

A reminder of everything I’d lost, and everything I was now walking back into because I couldn’t let Elena slip through my fingers.

It was a two-hour drive from home, and I’d spent every minute of it thinking about her. About the way she looked when she came over five days ago. Everything we said. Everything we ...