I was a coward for not looking harder. For not tearing the city apart to find you.”

I looked at our joined hands. The anger that had fueled me for a year was gone, burned off by the boardroom and the terror of this place.

All that was left was a hollow sadness.

“They made it impossible, Preston. They cut my cards, they threatened me with psychiatric holds.

I thought you hated me. I thought you saw Grace as a mistake.”

“She’s the only perfect thing I’ve ever had a part in making,” he said fiercely, squeezing my hand. “If I’m a match — if I can give her this—”