I sat there, slouched, staring blankly at the photograph. Evelyn’s words still echoed in my skull.
Divorce.
I wasn’t surprised, but that didn’t mean it didn’t cut deep.
I should’ve been angry. Or maybe numb.
But all I felt was… hollow.
Just then, my phone buzzed sharply on the table, dragging me out of that storm of thoughts. The screen lit up with Reynold's name.
I answered. “Yeah?”
“Morning, boss,” his familiar voice greeted, “How’s the house? You alright?”
I rubbed my eyes, exhaling. “Any news? Movement from the Graysons?”
There was a pause.
“Nothing yet,” Reynold said finally, “They’ve been quiet since the incident at the manor. I got my eyes on the estate, though.”
“Good.”
“I was about to head your way,” he added. “Thought I’d drive you to the barracks—”
“No need,” I inte
