Auden Bernard stood at his office window, watching the pale afternoon sunlight spill across the city skyline. He hadn't moved for nearly an hour. His eyes were fixed on nothing, his mind cluttered with things he didn't care to admit.
Maeve.
He hadn't heard from her since she confronted him about the photo-that photo. The one with Evelyn and her children. The one where her voice had cracked, not with anger, but disappointment.
She hadn't called since.
Not that he expected her to.
Not that he cared.
He turned abruptly and walked to his desk, shaking her from his mind. He reached for the office phone.
It was Evelyn he hadn't seen all day, and for some reason, her absence had started to bother him more than it should.
He dialed her extension.
It rang once before someone picked up. "E
