KELLAN’S POV
TWO YEARS LATER
"Mr. Easton, you need to leave for the board meeting in twenty minutes."
I blinked at the sudden disruption-my assistant's voice hauling me from a spiral I hadn't known I was in. The polished desk beneath my hands felt cold, grounding me for the first time today.
Two years.
It's been two goddamn years since Olivia vanished.
Save the soft hum of the AC to fill space, it was silent. My windows looked out to the Chicago skyline, its light reflected in high-rise buildings that shone like shards of glass. I had it all-man's three wants: money, power, and success-but day after relentless day, another revelation made me no more than a husk of a man.