Guen.
I had trusted eyes all over Greenville. So, when they alerted me that Beau had been sighted in the same town that my future wife had been living in for the past nine months, I quickly doubled the team of guards she didn't know she had following her.
Part of my agreement with her asshole of a father was that they could only watch and report back; they weren't granted permission to interfere. My guards were some of the best, they fully immersed themselves in Beatrice's life.
From working with her at the homeless shelter to the barista at the coffee shop that she would read at for hours at a time, even her neighbors were people who worked for me. Besides their concern about her friendship with a woman named Abby, Beatrice lived a pretty quiet life. Sticking to the same routine and pl
