Bonnie's POV

I was beyond stunned to see Myles at my house, but even more taken aback by his look. He was struggling to keep his demeanor calm as usual, the hollow look in his eyes seemed like he was asking for help. I couldn't tell. I didn't understand this man.

"What is it? Did something happen to you?"

"Can I come in?" He asked instead, and I nodded, still watching him carefully.

I led him to the living room, and he slumped on a couch, throwing his head back against the headrest, and covering his face with both hands, frustration evident in him. He was losing his composure badly,...