The evening sky was painted in deep bruised purples as Brace pulled into the long driveway of his parents’ estate after sending Sabrina home. He doesn't need to be here, but his father told him to come back after sending Sabrina home.
The weight of the day sat heavy on his shoulders—Andy’s threats still echoing in his ears, Sabrina’s face still burned into his memory, straining with worry she tried to hide.
Brace barely stepped through the doorway of the Donovan estate when he heard the unmistakable voice of his father calling from the study.
“Brace. In here. Now.”
The door creaked open to reveal Roger Donovan standing near the tall window, his silver hair slicked back, hands clasped together as though waiting for a business report, his frame outlined by the descending light of dusk. T
