Past Tense

Damon sat outside Evander's brownstone gates, hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel. Three days since the engagement announcement. Three days of sleepless fury. The rational voice in his head had been drowned by something darker.

He pressed the intercom.

"Damon Voss to see Sylvie Adler."

A pause. "Ms. Adler is not expecting you, sir."

"Tell her it's about our children."

Muffled conversation,