Adrian’s POV
The drive to Victoria’s penthouse felt longer than it should have.
Manhattan moved around me in a blur of headlights, traffic, and impatient horns, but I barely noticed any of it. My attention remained fixed on one thing.
Victoria. I hadn’t seen her in years. Not really.
There had been photographs occasionally. News articles. Reports from people who thought I cared enough to hear updates about her life.
I never listened. At least that’s what I told myself. Because secretly I wanted to know. The truth was more complicated.
For a long time after she left, I couldn’t go a day without thinking about her. Then a week. Then a month. Then eventually an entire year passed and I realized I had survived it.
Not healed. Survived. There was a difference. The city lights flashed thr
