Damian's POV
The knock came at precisely 11:14 PM.
Three sharp taps, nothing rushed, nothing frantic. Just firm enough to carry weight. The kind of knock that didn’t ask permission. The kind that delivered truths you weren’t ready to hear.
I didn’t turn from the window.
Didn’t need to.
The door opened anyway.
Cassian stepped in, still in his overcoat, a manila folder gripped in one hand like it might explode.
“I ran the search,” he said, without the usual buffer of context or disclaimers.
“Say it,” I murmured.
“She had a private medical appointment. Flagged during the insurance trace,” he said, placing the folder gently on the table behind me.
Still, I didn’t turn. I watched the lights of town blink like warning signals in the dark.
“Where?”
“Midtown OB/GYN. Discreet. Cheap. A
