Julia sat at her desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard as her eyes drifted toward the tall glass windows of the office.

Sunlight streamed through, casting a warm glow over the room, but Julia barely noticed.

Her thoughts were elsewhere, winding down paths she had tried not to travel again—memories of betrayal, of loss, of Logan.

She shook her head, forcing herself to focus on the document before her. Her heart had been on guard ever since, a fortress she’d built to keep the hurt out.

Then, a flash of red caught her eye.

Julia’s heart skipped, her breath stalling as she spotted a familiar figure in the corridor just...