Andre's POV Henry called me twice before I even agreed to step out of the office. I was not in the mood, and he knew it. He walked into my office without knocking, like he always did, and looked at me sitting behind my desk with the lights dimmed.Henry leaned into my office doorway, his tie already loosened. "You have that look again.""What look?" I didn't look up from the financial report I wasn't reading."The look that says you're going to sit in this dark office until the cleaners kick you out." He walked in and slapped a hand on my desk. "Nope. Not happening. We're going for drinks.""I'm not in the mood, Henry.""You're never in the mood. That's the problem." He grabbed my suit jacket from the back of my chair and tossed it at me. "Move it, boss. Your CFO commands it."I sighed. Arguing with Henry was like arguing with a force of nature. I stood up and put on the jacket.“Come on,” he said. “You look like a funeral. Drinks. Now.”I shook my head. “I have work to do.”“You hav
Lisa’s POVThe next morning, I woke up feeling different. My head was clear. My chest did not ache like it had the night before. I had cried enough. I had broken down enough. Today I needed to be less emotional. I needed to think. The visit to the prison and the memory of Desmond’s cold eyes hung over me. I needed to do something. I needed to know more about my mother.Riley was already in the kitchen when I came downstairs. She was on the phone with Mara, pacing back and forth, her hair tied up. She was surrounded by sketches and fabric swatches, which were spread across our kitchen table. When she noticed me, she waved in greeting but kept talking until she hung up.I took the time to make myself a cup of coffee.“You look better,” she said with a smile.“I feel better,” I replied. “I think I slept through the whole night.”“That is good.” She stretched and then leaned on the table. “What’s the plan today? Work?”I hesitated. “Actually, I wanted to ask if you could come with me. I w
Lisa’s POVThe heavy doors of the correctional center shut behind me with a loud clang. The sound made me angry. I had held myself together in front of him, but the second I stepped outside, my chest started to tighten. The floor was damp because of the rain from earlier. I took a deep breath, but the air didn’t feel clean.I spotted Riley immediately. She was leaning against her beat-up car across the small parking lot, her arms were crossed, watching me. When she saw me, she stood straighter. I could see the question on her face even before she opened her mouth.She pushed off from her car at that moment. “Well? How did it go?” she asked.I pulled my jacket tighter around me and walked to her quickly. “Do not ask,” I snapped. My voice came out sharper than I meant, but I did not care.I didn’t answer. I just walked past her and yanked open the passenger door, sliding inside. I slumped in the seat and stared straight ahead.Riley raised her brows and got in on the driver’s side. “Tha
Desmond’s POVThe guard banged the bars, calling my name. “4351. Visitor.”I dragged myself off the cot, moving slowly. My back ached from the cheap mattress, and my head was still pounding from the noise on the block last night. A visitor again? It was starting to get annoying. I never got visitors before. Nobody cared about me. Then last week, some rich guy came, asked too many questions, and now someone else was here.I went down the corridor, past the staring eyes and the other assholes whispering. The guards opened the small visiting room. There was clear glass and phones on both sides. I sat down and lifted the handset.When I saw her walk in, I squinted. Dark hair, slim face. She sat on the other side of the glass, staring at me like she wanted to peel my skin off. The cuffs were heavy on my wrists. I didn’t recognize the woman sitting at the table. She was pretty, with a serious face and nervous hands.“Do I know you?” I asked, leaning on the chair.She took a deep breath. “I
Andre’s POVI could not stop thinking about the meeting with Desmond. The way he dodged every question. The way he almost gave in before pulling back again. He was hiding something, I was sure of it.That night, I sat in the study with the lights off. A glass of whiskey on the desk. Lisa’s old list was still there, shoved in the drawer, but I had looked at it so many times already. My chest felt heavy.Diane came in without knocking. She always did. She was wearing a silk dress, the kind that slid across the floor. Her hair was perfect, and so was her lipstick.“You are sitting in the dark again,” she said, her voice was almost teasing. She smiled when she saw me, a practiced, perfect smile.“I am thinking,” I muttered.She came closer, leaning against the desk. “About her again?”I looked up at her. Her eyes were watching me too closely. “Diane,” I said carefully, “I need to ask you something. And I need you to answer honestly.” I didn't return the smile. "I need to ask you something
Andre’s POVThe drive to Rockville Correctional Center was long and quiet. The gray walls of the prison looked like they were from another world.I sat in my car for a long time before going in. I had been in uncomfortable places before, but this one made me uncomfortable in a different way.Patrick’s footage kept running through my mind. Lisa was running barefoot. The car was coming fast, straight at her. No attempt to slow down. Then the sound of impact.I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. That man had destroyed her life. He had thrown her into months of pain, stolen her memory, and almost killed her.And now I was going to sit in front of him.I finally forced myself to get out.The guards processed me and led me to the visiting room. The place smelled of rust. The tables were cold metal, bolted to the ground. Everything about the place felt lifeless.I sat in a cold, hard plastic chair in the visiting room and waited.The door opened, and a guard brought i