Chapter 8

The penthouse was silent as dawn crept through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I imagined Gabriel would be waking soon, reaching across the empty sheets where I should have been. By now, he would have called my phone dozens of times, each call met with the hollow echo of my voicemail greet

Chapter 9

I stood in the middle of my new loft, sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long rectangles of gold across the hardwood floors. For a moment, I just breathed, letting the silence wrap around me like a blanket. No security cameras watching my every move. No staf

Chapter 10

The morning sun streamed through the windows of Paws & Coffee, casting golden patterns across the freshly polished floors. I adjusted a display of homemade dog treats while Bailey—my Bailey—lounged contentedly in a patch of sunlight. The bell above the door chimed, and I turned with a s