60 — DESMOND STERLING (POV)

I freeze in place, staring at the door — at the figure of my best friend standing there, looking at me almost innocently. And I shudder, noticing how he walks into the office saying, “I missed you two.”

A pang of guilt runs through my chest, cutting, lacerating.

“Rich...” My voice fails, and I clench my hands into fists, then force myself to smile while he steps closer and Rosalie moves away fro