Greg Sanchez's POV
This is too much. Just too f*****g much. I am wrung out emotionally. I have no idea how Leah is holding it together, because I'm on the edge. I think I'm losing my mind. Or maybe my mind is forcing me to see the truth.
Keith drove us safely back to the Graystone Security building, entering the underground parking area and closing the overhead door before allowing Leah to get up off the floor of the back seat area. We lugged her suitcases up to her suite where we left her alone at her insistence.
Carly and I entered our suite breathing a sigh of relief. The past twenty-four hours has stressed both of us out, both physically and emotionally. On top of that, I needed to get some things off my chest. Needed to talk through things. Needed to tell Carly about all the weird
