Adrian’s POV
I paced back and forth in the conference room after the woman named Vanessa left, my thoughts tangled and heavy. Her words echoed in my mind.
“I didn’t get the abortion like you wanted me to.”
The accusation had hit me like a freight train, but the look in her eyes when she said it—pain, anger—had left me shaken.
“Who is she?” he muttered to myself, trying to piece everything together. I didn’t remember Vanessa, at least not clearly. But there was something vaguely familiar about her, like a fleeting memory just out of reach.
Prom night.
I paused, staring blankly at the floor. I remembered that night—vaguely, like a hazy dream. There had been a girl. A gorgeous girl with honey-brown eyes and a sleek black dress. She had looked out of place at the party, sitting quietly i
