Thane's pov.

A cool breeze blew over my face, just like the way the week had flown by.

I had gone to the police department to meet with Officer Jerkins. He revealed that Andera and her father had been there the day before.

I was surprised. Andera's father had come here from Boston to ensure his daughter's safety.

He must care about her deeply, and I didn't need to be a shaman to know he would hate me. Hell, I would hate me.

Throwing out my wife to the streets, even if I didn't know she was homeless, wasn't an excuse.

I had put a hold on my plans and...