It was nearing dusk, and on the way home from work, Archie Lockwood's car was stuck in rush hour traffic.
He lifted his hand, closed the file he was holding, and habitually lowered the car window to look outside.
When he saw the slender figure of a woman on the sidewalk, his hand holding the file tightened slightly. His brow furrowed in displeasure, and he raised his hand to close the window before coldly turning his head away.
But what Archie Lockwood didn't expect was that this glance would be their last for six years. By then, he would no longer be young, devoid of his former hatred and his former passion...
All he would want then was a simple, ordinary family life.
***
After work, Tristan Grayson drove home. Seeing the house completely dark, his brows knitted together tightly.
He took out his phone and called Mika Summers, but the call was hung up the moment it connected.
He tried again and again, making over a dozen calls, but none of them connected.
