I arrived at 5:55 p.m.

The fifteenth floor was already empty. The receptionist’s desk was cleared, the computer screens dark. Only the lamp in Adrian Kane’s office still burned at the end of the corridor. My pulse was loud in my ears as I walked toward it. I had told myself all day that I would not come back. That the risk was too high. That whatever had happened the night before was a mistake I could still walk away from.

My feet carried me to his door anyway.

I knocked once.

“Come in. Lock it.”

I locked the door. Adrian sat behind the desk in the same dark shirt,...