Brace Donovan leaned back against his leather office chair, the late afternoon sun slanting through the window behind him. He hadn’t slept properly in days—his mind caught between Sabrina’s silence and a relentless ache that refused to fade. But today wasn’t about feelings. It was about a problem. A very real, very public one.
He stared at the forwarded article on his tablet screen, jaw tightening as he read the headline:
“Whistleblower Accuses McFee’s Bakeshop Owner of Involvement in Fund Misuse for Local Charity Drive.”
“Bullshit,” Brace muttered, throwing the tablet down on the desk.
It didn’t make sense. Sabrina had run herself ragged organizing that event for her late mother’s memorial. He remembered the tear-streaked speech she gave, the love she poured into every detail. She wou
