CHAPTER 87 The Truth Slipping Away

　　ALLEN CRABTRE'S POV

　　The day had barely started, but I already felt a heavy burden. I sat at my desk, tapping my fingers impatiently on the dark wood.

　　The office felt claustrophobic. Everything I'd worked for – my business, my family's secret – was on the verge of crumbling.

　　Nina's stubbornness was no surprise – she got that from her mother. But I thought I'd laid the past to rest.

　　Instead, she's reopened old wounds, and Alexander is now involved. I misjudged them both.

　　Saying his name left a bad taste in my mouth. He had no right to help Nina. None.

　　Who did he think he was, anyway? Is some self-appointed hero trying to save the day?

　　He was meddling in affairs that weren't his business. And if I didn't stop him, he'd ruin everything.

　　I opened my desk drawer and picked up the letter opener, twirling it absently between my fingers. The morning light caught the sharp edge, reflecting my image.