Leonardo's POV:
In my fourth year overseas, winter came earlier than it ever had back home.
The branch office had just locked down its annual report, so I sat in front of a screen full of numbers and waited for the sun to come up on the other side of the ocean.
Four years added up to more than fourteen hundred days. I had turned my life into a balance sheet, with meetings all day and files all night and four hours of sleep wedged in between. Whatever time I clawed back went into taking Dalton's power apart piece by piece, and carrying Nicole around in my head. The first one was going according to plan, but the second had never given me a single thing back.
Christmas, her birthday, the day she made manager, every one of them got a gift from me, and I never put a name on the shipping lab
