(Andrew POV)
I am sitting in my car, engine off, keys dangling in my hand. Memory of Luke's words in the car: "You're losing her too." He is right. I have been a bastard, shoving her aside while Xavier and the board carve up my life. I glance at my phone. It is 8 a.m., too early for the office chaos, but late enough to decide. I am done running on their treadmill for now.
I flip the phone open, my thumb hovering over Luke's name. My chest tightens. Stepping back from the company feels like cutting off a limb, but Sophie is worth it. I hit call, letting it ring once before it kicks to voicemail. "Luke," I say, my voice rough from last night's beers. "I am out for a bit. I need to fix things with Sophie. Handle Xavier. Do not let him bury you." I hang up, tossing the phone onto the passeng
