Cavin’s POV
The office felt suffocating today. My desk, usually a place of focus and determination, seemed cluttered with distractions. I tried to concentrate, pouring over contracts and files, but my mind kept drifting back to Eliza.
Her phone had been unreachable all day, and it was eating at me. I tried to convince myself that maybe she’d forgotten to charge it or misplaced it, but the gnawing feeling in my chest wouldn’t let me rest.
I looked at the clock for the hundredth time. 6:59 PM. Finally. As the second hand ticked over to 7:00, I slid out of my chair, grabbed my coat, and headed for the door. I couldn’t sit still any longer; I needed to see her, to make sure she was okay.
The drive to the mansion felt endless, every red light an added layer to my growing unease. When I finally pulled up, I saw a car parked outside—a sleek, black sedan I recognized instantly. Adam Robert’s car.