ADRIAN'S POV
I read her last message again.
The blue light of the screen was the only illumination in the dim office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk.
Ava: Unless you've invented a machine that switches off period cramps... I don't think there's much you can do.
The words sat on the screen, stark and helpless.
I set the phone down on the leather surface, the silence of the room suddenly deafening.
There wasn't a machine.
If there were, I would have bought the patent years ago and distributed it for free just to stop hearing the word "pain" associated with the people I cared about.
But there wasn't.
However, the absence of a miracle cure didn't mean I was powerless.
There were other ways to make a bad day bearable.
There were ways to bridge the distance between a st
