DANIEL POV

The quarterly reports stare back at me from my home office desk.

Record profits. Twenty-three percent growth. Unprecedented market dominance.

I feel absolutely nothing.

Nathan's email sits open on my laptop—three screens of data showing Sterling Holdings at its peak. Every metric I spent ten years obsessing over, perfected.

And all I can think about is Amelia's screams from last night's nightmare.

I close the laptop.

My phone buzzes. Nathan's name flashes across the screen.

"Come ...