~Arlo Frantz~

“Sir,” Pierce stepped inside my office after a knock, and immediately showed a confused face, possibly wondering why I chose to lock myself in my dimly lit office instead of entertaining the guests.

The answer?

I feel much better here when everything in this room remains orderly and untouched by the chaos Kerri’s parents brought into my home. The dark shelves, the floor to ceiling windows and the fur carpets brought a sense of calm to me, it soothed the parts that needed control — most especially, my anger.

“Is it done?” I spoke after turning around to face the window.

“Yes, sir.” Pierce softly shuts the door...