When Catherine woke up, she was alone.
Memories of the night before started to flood back.
The man's embrace—warm and steady.
Just like all those years ago. He'd promised to always be there for her.
Lorenzo, whether in childhood or now, was always there when she needed him most.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
"Ms. Duncan, these are the clothes Mr. Anderson prepared for you," Lorenzo's secretary, Megan Smith, said as she placed the neatly folded outfit on the bed.
Megan's gaze briefly flicked over Catherine, assessing.
"You have ten minutes to get dressed. Mr. Anderson and your son are waiting for you outside."
Catherine's mind snapped back to Max—she hadn't been there for him last night.
Quickly, she changed into the clothes Lorenzo had provided.
The moment she stepped out of
