(Jasper’s POV)
I sit in my office, staring at the latest stack of receipts from private investigators. Denver. Portland. Seattle. Phoenix. Every major city west of here, and some small towns too. All dead ends.
She's vanished like she never existed.
"You're doing it again."
Virginia's voice cuts through my thoughts. She stands in my doorway holding two cups of coffee, wearing that soft smile she thinks will make me forget what she did.
"Doing what?"
"Staring at those papers like they'll magically tell you where she is." She sets a cup on my desk and perches on the edge, too close as always. "Jasper, it's been four years."
"I know how long it's been."
"Maybe it's time to accept that she doesn't want to be found."
My jaw clenches. We've had this conversation before. Every few months
