Damien Cole hadn’t slept properly in days.
The last time he saw Leah replayed endlessly in his mind the way her eyes had filled with hurt, the tremor in her voice when she said she couldn’t forgive him. He’d walked away that day feeling like half a man, his chest hollow, his thoughts storming with everything he wished he had said.
He buried himself in work after that. Meetings, reports, board reviews anything to drown out the echo of her voice. But even in the quiet of his office, when the city lights flickered through the blinds, all he could see was her face.
He knew she’d never reach out first. Not after the humiliation she’d faced. And maybe she had every right not to. But the thought of letting her slip away again it wasn’t something he could live with.
That night, sitting behind
