Amelia's POV
Later that day, Daniel came back to my office. I didn’t notice he was standing by the door and the next thing I heard was:
"Why?… After everything I did—why would you save me?"
I froze. My hand trembled.
"Because I still care." I let the words out uncontrollably. "God help me, I still care."
The admission came out raw, honest, devastating.
Then I walked swiftly past him. Straight to the elevator.
As the elevator doors close. I lean against the wall, pressing my palms flat against cool metal.
My hands won't stop shaking.
I still care.
Why did I say that? Why did I give him that piece of me when he'd already taken everything else?
The doors open. Thirty-seventh floor. I force myself to walk—past curious employees, past conference rooms, into my tiny temporary office.
