Lucas
The message should have made me happy.
Instead...
It terrified me.
I hope this isn't goodbye.
Four simple words.
Nothing dramatic.
Nothing complicated.
Yet somehow they lingered long after the conversation ended.
Long after midnight.
Long after Detroit's lights faded beneath the rain.
Because Amy had unknowingly touched the exact fear I'd been avoiding.
The truth wasn't what scared me anymore.
Losing her was.
I stood beside the window in my penthouse.
Phone still in my hand.
Her final message glowing softly against the screen.
The city stretched endlessly below.
Thousands of lights.
Thousands of stories.
And somehow...
All I could think about was one woman sitting in a café.
A woman who trusted me.
A woman who knew me.
A woman who didn't know my name.
The con
