Chapter 87

I sat alone in my office, staring into the dark depths of the coffee mug in my hand. Clara’s words from the night before still echoed in my mind, reverberating in my skull in a way that unsettled me more than I cared to admit.

Had I truly thought that by choosing me, she would fit seamlessly into the mold of this life? Or was I more bothered by the idea that I’d stepped back to my role as don and