The Billionaire's Secret Daughter
I sigh and lean back, the noise of the hospital humming faintly outside my office.
For seven years, I’ve been steady. No matter how chaotic the ER gets, no matter the losses, I’ve kept my heart locked away. But something about her shakes me.
Her eyes had that familiar glint, that sadness that reminds me of someone I used to know. I could almost see her standing beneath the jacaranda trees at UCLA, shy, round-cheeked, clutching her sketchbooks like armor.
Chloe Quinn.
The name rises like smoke in my mind.