James's pov

I didn't know how to go about it. Where do I start telling her? How'd I break the news about our betrothal to her? How do I tell her we were put into shit before she was even born? Where do I start? Those were the questions in my head as I placed both thumbs on the lock print to open the door.

As soon as my eyes landed on the chair, I slumped down, not tiredly. If anything rage cussed through me. The rage that my dad knew where Zara was and still said for me to allow the FBI to handle it. I couldn't get it...