Christian Adams Vanderbilt
So, for the first time since everything turned into chaos, I left behind the illusion of anonymity. I didn't take my simple car. I didn't hide behind the life I built to escape the weight of my surname.
This time, I called my driver.
This time, Evelin wouldn't see Chris Adams. Because that man, the one I created to escape the pain, to pretend to be just another face in the crowd, no longer existed.
I was Christian Adams Vanderbilt.
And, for the first time, I wouldn't deny it.
I took a long shower, trying to dissipate the tension that consumed me. I chose an impeccable charcoal gray suit, perfectly tailored, as fitted to my body as the weight I carried on my shoulders. I combed my hair back, as if wanting to keep every strand in place, as if I could tame the
