The wait was agonizing and interminable. Aiden sat in his office, replaying every moment with Evelyn in his mind.
The details he had once overlooked now carved into him like sharp blades, flaying his heart.
Her increasingly pale complexion. The way she sometimes winced and pressed a hand to her stomach. Her hesitant question: "What if I don’t have much time left?" Her repeated attempts to confess something important, only to stop herself short.
And what had he done?
He had dismissed her with cold indifference. Forced her to eat food she was allergic to. Pushed her aside for another woman. Left her when she was ill, just because Iris had called.
And then there was that night at the bar.
When his assistant emailed him the investigation report and the unedited surveillance footage, Aide
