Thane's pov.
A cool breeze blew over my face, just like the way the week had flown by.
I had gone to the police department to meet with Officer Jerkins. He revealed that Andera and her father had been there the day before.
I was surprised. Andera's father had come here from Boston to ensure his daughter's safety.
He must care about her deeply, and I didn't need to be a shaman to know he would hate me. Hell, I would hate me.
Throwing out my wife to the streets, even if I didn't know she was homeless, wasn't an excuse.
I had put a hold on my plans and stayed away from her for the space of a week. Let her enjoy her time with her daddy. But a week was all I could take.
Each day, I would stare at my phone, hoping for a message from her, a meeting, strategy secession, new client negotiat
