*Tristan*

I am standing at the window of my apartment at the club, watching people coming and going, trying not to remember how much they had fascinated Eve. I find it impossible not to think of her. Everything reminds me of her.

As I walk through my residence, I inhale her fragrance. I can no longer bear being there, not even for a moment. Every room holds a memory of her.

It's equally difficult being here, at my club.

When I box with Mick, I think of Evie enduring my lessons in the ring.

When I look out over the gaming floor, I see it through her eyes.

When I...