A Voice from the Past

~DONOVAN'S POV~

The numbers in the quarterly report mix like colors in the rain.

I blink hard, forcing my eyes to focus on the profit margins spread across the mahogany conference table, but my mind keeps drifting three thousand miles away to a woman with warm brown eyes and the child growing in her belly.

"Mr. Vance?" The voice cuts through my haze like a blade. "The projections for the third qua