Amelia POV

The clock reads 8:47 AM when Daniel appears in my doorway, his silhouette filling the frame like a question I don’t want to answer.

I don’t look up from my laptop, my fingers continuing their steady rhythm across the keys. “We have email for a reason.”

“I know.” He doesn’t leave. His footsteps are quiet against the hardwood as he crosses the threshold I’d hoped would keep him at bay. “But I wanted to bring you this.”

He sets a coffee cup on my desk ...