Overwhelmed by what I had uncovered, the library was the last place I could bear to be. Instead, I found myself behind the wheel, driving straight to Zuriel's office building, my heart hammering in my chest. 

Reaching the reception desk, I ignore the receptionist's confused look and go straight to my husband's office. I wipe tears from my face and force a smile at his secretary. The middle-aged woman, clearly taken aback, stammers that Zuriel is in a meeting. 

"Please, call him. I need to see him," I implore the secretary. She hesitates, her gaze fixed on the office phone. I'm not sure why I'm so insistent, but the tension...