The drive up to the Best estate was a quiet one.
Andrew’s thoughts were a thick fog pressing against the edges of his sanity. Everything he knew—everything he had tried to control—had unraveled in the span of a few days. Amelia’s face haunted him, the broken look in her eyes, the rawness of her voice as she whispered: Don’t say that.
Now, for the first time in weeks, he was going home. Not to the penthouse. Not to the office. Not to the silence of his own regret. He was going to see his parents.
The tall wrought-iron gates slowly opened as his car rolled up the long driveway. The Best family estate loomed ahead—grand, proud, historic.
But Andrew felt none of the comfort that home used to bring. Only a tightness in his chest.
As he stepped inside, the familiar scent of fresh roses an
