Petra Voss 0ov
I watched from the doorway as Carina moved across the studio the moment she heard his voice.
She went to him quickly, cutting through the room without hesitation, and positioned herself beside him at the base of the stairs with the practiced ease of someone who had been doing it for months. She took his arm and turned toward the staircase and her voice dropped into something quiet and steady.
"Damien, let me take you to your office," she said.
I stayed in the doorway and felt something cold and sharp move through my chest that I did not immediately give a name to.
He was here.
Damien Ashford. CEO. Blind. Walking into a firm that specialized in architectural design with a cane in one hand and his contract wife on the other arm, as if either of those things made any sens
