CHARLES' POV
I woke a few minutes before sunrise, just as I always did. No alarm was necessary.
Years of discipline had trained my body to wake before the rest of the city. By the time most people opened their eyes, I had usually gone through my schedule for the day.
I sat up, pushed the covers aside, and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The moment I drew the curtains open, soft morning light spilled into the room.
The city was only beginning to wake. Cars moved lazily along the streets below, and a few lights were still glowing from the buildings across from mine. Everything looked peaceful from up here.
For some time, I simply stood there, taking in the quiet. Then, without warning, another thought entered my mind.
Lisa.
This was her first morning as Mrs. Manson. I wo
