Brian’s POV
At exactly two o’clock, I was leaning against the hood of my Mercedes, parked just outside the administrative office. My eyes stayed fixed on the entrance, waiting for Alice to come out.
People passed by, stealing glances at me. I didn’t care. I wasn’t the type to wait around. If I wanted something, I went in and took it. I didn’t ask. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t wait.
But this was different.
She was different.
Alice wasn’t someone you could command or push. She hated being told what to do or how to feel. That’s what made her... her. So now, I waited.
About thirty minutes later, she rushed out of the building, speed-walking like she was trying to outrun something. Her right hand was clutched tightly over her mouth, her left gripping her purse like it was the only thing ho
