The Weight of Regret

Donovan POV.

The door opened again, and for a split second, I thought Sylvia had come back for round two. But it was just Hayes, my P.A., standing there with a concerned expression. “Is everything okay, sir?” he asked cautiously, clearly having heard the tail end of the argument.

“Yeah,” I said, leaning back with a tired sigh. “It’s better than it’s been in a long time.” I gave him a small, reassu