BRANDON'S POV
Everything went in a blur while on the drive to the office, my head running full of thoughts about the spat with Natalie. I could see her face all too clearly, and now it seemed she had been angry, hurt, and unwilling to listen. I could feel the scene replaying before my eyes as my hands tightened further on the steering wheel, and I so badly wanted to have done things differently, wanted her to give me a chance to explain.
But she hadn't. Not like she used to.
She hadn't been warm. She had said all the right things, but she still hadn't been warm.
I drove into the underground garage of the Martinez Building. Familiar surroundings that did very little to ease the tension starting to knot in my chest. I blew out once, then stepped out into the large echoing sound of footst
