Steve sipped his drink quietly, not participating in the noise Pete and the other friends were making. He felt eyes on him again and looked up to find Motun staring at him for the millionth time that day. There was something written in her eyes- regret.

Motun, his beautiful wife of almost seventeen years and the mother of his beautiful kids. The woman he loved with all his heart.

Motun, who he could not bear to see cry. Motun, who was courageous enough to take care of TJ even after their shocking realization of his speciality.

Motun, the brilliant detective, whose name alone caused criminals to tremble. Motun, who climbed...