POV: Hailey Wilson

I was in my office, staring at the blueprints of the mansion on my computer screen, when my phone rang. It was Evans.

"Hailey," his voice sounded broken, hollow. "I need you to come home. Right now. Please."

"Evans, I'm in the middle of—"

"Please," he interrupted. "This can't wait. I need to show you something. I need to tell you everything."

Something in his tone made my blood run cold. He wasn't angry. He wasn't defensive. He sounded defeated, like a man who had finally given up fighting.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes," I said quietly.

The drive home felt longer than usual. My hands...