Timothy's POV I became obsessed.There was no other word for it.Every morning before dawn, my private car parked across the street from St. Catherine's Hospital, waiting.At six fifteen, Teresa would arrive. She was always early, always alone, always carrying a cup of coffee from the shop two blocks away.She never finished it. I watched her take a few sips, then leave the cup on her desk or in the break room, forgotten.She looked tired. Even from a distance, even through the windshield and the early morning darkness, I could see the way her shoulders curved inward slightly."Sir," Tobias said from the driver's seat. "We have been here for three hours.""I know.""You have a board meeting at nine.""Cancel it.""Sir, this is the third meeting you have canceled this week."I didn't respond, just kept staring as Teresa disappeared through the hospital's employee entrance.Tobias sighed but pulled out his phone to make the call.I knew this was stupid. Knew sitting in a car watching a
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