Chapter 27

• Nathan's POV
• I was in my office. It had been two days since Claire stormed out of the house, her anger fueled by the careless words that had spilled from my mouth. Words I hadn’t meant. Words I couldn't take back.
• The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional tap of my fingers against the ceramic mug. I took a slow sip of the now lukewarm coffee, staring blankly at the screen in front of me, not really seeing anything—until a notification popped up.