JAKE

I closed the door behind me, the sound echoing as I walked out of the house.

The air was cool, almost biting as I stepped into the car.

I had to go and meet Tom at Boston hotel to know what he discovered about Nicholas.

The engine purred to life, and I glanced at the house once more. Isabelle was still asleep, I was sure of it. It was 4:30 in the morning, after all. She wouldn’t be up until probably 6am.

I tapped my phone open, sending her the usual messages about my coffee runs and the day’s schedule.

It was a habit I’d built, a small way...