Jordan’s POV
Europe was supposed to clear my head.
I kept repeating that to myself as I stood inside my hotel room, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers I’d been chasing for years. The room was quiet…too quiet. No calls, no Victoria pacing behind me, no buzzing office, no fake smiles.
Just me.
And my thoughts.
Thousands of them.
I sat at the edge of the hotel bed and rubbed my forehead. I could almost hear my doctor’s voice in my head:
“Jordan, your blood pressure is too high. You need rest. You need to be calm. If you don’t slow down, your body will force you to.”
But how the hell was I supposed to rest?
Nothing about my life felt steady anymore.
Not after what Ray told me.
Not after seeing the change in Victoria.
Not after all the small things that kept nagging at
