(James’ POV)
I sit in my study, staring at the real estate listings spread across my desk. Each property looks spacious, modern, far enough from here to start fresh. But signing the papers feels like signing away twenty-three years of memories.
The house phone rings. Jasper's name flashes on the caller ID.
"James." His voice sounds hollow when I answer.
"How is Virginia?"
"Still sleeping. Blair's with her now." I lean back in my chair, rubbing my temple. "Jasper, can you come into my study?"
"Is this about Virginia?"
"Hmm..."
A long pause. "I'll be there in a minute."
When he enters my office, Jasper looks like he hasn't slept in days. His usually pressed shirt is wrinkled, his hair disheveled. He collapses into the chair across from my desk without invitation.
"We're moving," I
