The Ghost at the Window

POV: DONOVAN.

I pushed myself up from the expensive leather couch, my chest tight under the crushing weight of Nolan’s words. The quiet hum of the executive office felt suffocating against the ringing in my ears. Most of what he said made a twisted kind of sense, tearing at my conscience and leaving me raw, but one specific accusation made zero sense to me. I frowned, shaking my head as I looked