Heather's POV
It's been two weeks since I've been officially living with Steven. I never imagined I would be here in my life. Living with my boyfriend, yes, boyfriend. He asked me to be his the night he gave me the key to his place. I have a career that I absolutely love and am just simply happy.
I'm currently in the kitchen cooking breakfast before we head to work, while Steven is in his office on a phone call. When he finally joins me in the kitchen, he doesn't look pleased.
"Steven? What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"You might want to sit down for this." He holds his hand out and I take it. He leads us to the couch and takes a seat, and I sit right next to him. I'm feeling quite anxious as to what it is he has to tell me.
"I just got off the phone with the chief of the police depa
