Chapter 156

“You said he was Isadora’s ex-husband?” Captain Prescott fell back in his chair.

“Yes,” Killian gripped the edge of the desk. He hated how all of this was making him feel. It was like a partially healed scab was being picked at. It was a past injury flaring up, the phantom pain of a lost limb. Old hurts. Hurts that should have been forgotten long ago now all rose to the surface. And he hated it.