ABIGAIL’S POV

“So, Aaron worked for you?” I peered up at John with a concerned expression.

“He did, sadly,” John picked at my comforter with his fingers. “I’m really sorry.”

“And you knew this whole time,” I searched his gaze.

“My publicist told me he was looking for me and I remembered the ‘A’ on your desk and thought it was the same, but I wasn’t sure. And when you told me the name and saw him… I realized it was the same guy.” John ...