Crossing the Line

Donovan POV.

I found Sylvia at her usual spot, surrounded by her team in the sleek conference room of her design studio. The atmosphere was calm, filled with muted chatter and the rustling of fabric swatches. But I had no time for the niceties. My blood was still boiling from what I had learned. Vivienne’s words replayed in my mind, and the image of my kids, frightened and confused, was more than