Chapter 90 Tristan

• Tristan
• I stand at the floor-to-ceiling window in my office and look out at the sprawling city skyline in the evening light. My large desk is behind me as I watch. I can make out an obscure reflection of myself in the glass—my black suit and white shirt looking too formal for what I’m here for. I checked my watch, and it was almost 6 p.m.
• My phone is clutched in my fingers like a gun, ready to shoot accusatory bullets at Luke once he steps in. He betrayed me, and I want to know why. I wonder where Layla is. Her parents—it’s still weird to think Ellen and Jacob are her parents—don’t know where she is.