Caleb
Sleep never came easy to me on a good day, but that night it was impossible.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying Alan’s words over and over.
His calm suggestion.
Sonya’s silent, calculated presence beside him.
The way she’d met my gaze without a hint of shame.
The business was in my hands, yes but Erick’s trust was the only thing keeping me here.
Every decision I made, every step I took in Cheshire Enterprises, I weighed against the question: Would Erick approve?
And this? This I wasn’t sure about.
By the time the digital clock on my nightstand clicked past three, my mind was still running.
Do I call him now? No. That would be desperation, and it wasn’t as though Erick was easy to reach.
Still, I imagined his voice when he learned that Alan had walked Sony
