Author's pov
Sebastian drove back to his apartment, his mind churning over the information his men had gathered.
Cecilia had received messages from Amara the night before... He rubbed his temple in frustration.
He had overestimated his mother's tolerance and simultaneously underestimated her tactics.
After work, Cecilia had arranged to go shopping with Harper.
She needed some noise and distraction to chase away the gloom settling in her chest.
They shopped until ten o'clock before heading their separate ways.
Cecilia's pov
As I pulled into my parents' driveway, humming along to the radio with shopping bags filling my passenger seat, I spotted a tall figure standing beneath the Aspen.
My tune faltered immediately.
After drinking too much at lunch and spending the afternoon in a ha
