Andrew’s POV …
The wheels of the plane hit the tarmac with a violent bounce, jerking me forward in my seat. I exhaled slowly, knuckles cracking as I flexed them. Eight hours awake, a corporate war brewing, Lily’s silence slicing at me, and now… this.
Canada.
Cold air slapped my face the moment I stepped out of the airport. A harsh, biting chill that cut cleaner than anything I’d felt in days—and it still felt gentler than her ignoring me. I shoved that thought down and focused on the one thing that mattered right now. Lucas.
Adrian had given me an address scribbled on a folded sheet of paper. A small town outside Vancouver—quiet, remote, tucked into the side of a lake. The kind of place you go when you need to hide… or when the world has taken everything from you.
The taxi ride took a
