Gideon’s POV
I sat in my office as the night went on and my heart felt heavy with a burden which I couldn't shake off. The fire in the fireplace, the embers coming out of it glowing faintly reminding me of the smoldering fury inside my heart, I looked at the papers and the file scattered on my table like they were curses and a wound which I can’t heal.
No matter how much I read that file the words in them didn't change. Whenever I close my eyes I can't forget how the file had Daphne's name instead of Claire's name. It felt like I was living in an endless nightmare.
I ran my hands through my hair, exhaustion gnawing at me. The walls of my office seemed to close in, the silence broken only by the ticking of the clock above the door.
My thoughts were disturbed by a sharp knock.
“Enter,”
