QUINN

The rest of the day went by in a blur. After spending several hours staying close to an annoying, arrogant, and absurdly handsome guy who happened to be exactly the type every single female customer gushed over, I spent the evening at Anna's side.

I had been forced to cancel her doctor's appointment yet again—simply because the money I had set aside had mysteriously vanished from my room.

I regretted not keeping it hidden at the café. I regretted my own carelessness, a mistake that had cost me dearly.

I let out a heavy, bitter sigh, my gaze dropping to the small figure curled up in my arms.

Anna...